Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I…”
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she says, but Christ. Even now, I can hear the pain in her voice.
“We’re not done with this discussion, il mio tesoro. You’ve made a major mistake tonight giving me your innocence. We’ll talk about it later. For now, my hunger for you must be assuaged. So, hold on, little virgin. You’re going for a hard ride,” I warn.
I’m pissed, but it feels so fucking good, I’d be a hypocrite if I said I don’t like that I’m the first man to have her. I don’t know what her endgame is here, giving me her cherry and right now I don’t give a damn. I reach down and seek out her clit, loving how it feels to have my cock deep inside of her. Thank God, she’s drenched. I begin massaging the throbbing button, instantly rewarded with more of her sweet honey flooding against my fingers.
Carefully, I begin pulling out, hissing at the way she clamps down on me. I’m almost completely out when I stop, then, thrust back inside. I set a pace and teach her body to follow my lead. It feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced, and her virgin pussy is milking me so fucking good, I’m about to spill. I rub her sweet clit again, building her back up as I ride her body. She’s close. I can feel her orgasm building, but it’s not coming fast enough. The swollen, throbbing button slips and slides against my fingers. I work it harder, picking up my pace as I tunnel in and out of her.
“Antonio,” she whimpers. “I’m going to come.”
“Good girl, give it to me. Come all over my cock,” I encourage. She’s meeting each thrust now. Her ass slaps against me as I ride her harder and harder. I trap her clit between my fingers, pinching and twisting it simultaneously as I angle my next thrust to rake against her walls and send her over the edge.
“Antonio!” she screams.
“Fuck, yeah,” I groan. My little virgin milks me so good that she takes me over the edge with her. I close my eyes as jet after jet of my hot cum paints her womb. I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
“Mmm…” she says, sounding exhausted.
I bend down as I finish and bite her neck, marking her skin, making her quake beneath me. “My little virgin slut has drained me dry.” I move so that she’s lying on her side on the bed and I’m behind her, my cock still buried inside her. I’m just not fucking ready to leave. “Get a quick nap in, Lina. I’m going to have you again soon and trust me, I’m not going to show your sweet pussy an ounce of mercy.”
I kiss the top of her head, hugging her closer, reaching over to cup her breast and hold it as I close my eyes thinking I didn’t give her tits enough attention. Maybe I’ll fuck them after I wear her pussy out again. The thought makes me smile as I drift off to sleep, knowing it won’t be long before I have her again.
lina
I wake with a start, completely disoriented. There’s something heavy lying on my stomach and I look down, waiting for my eyes to focus. A large arm is wrapped around me. An arm that is covered in so much ink you can barely see his skin tone. The ink is black and every now and then red is mixed in. Then again, his whole body is that way—and I mean his entire body. There’s even an eye inked on the head of his cock. If I hadn’t had been so lost in my need for him last night, I would have laughed when I saw it. I didn’t even know men could get tattooed there.
It had to be freaking painful.
I rub my lips together, moistening them. It’s still kind of dark, but the sun is beginning to rise. I need to get out of here. I don’t know how these things go, but let’s be honest, I lost my virginity in a one-night stand and no matter how we deal with it, it’s all going to be awkward. That’s a conversation I would rather not deal with. Besides, I need to get the hell out of town. I don’t have much faith that I can run from my father for very long, but every day will be a gift.
I wince as I slide out from under Antonio’s hold. My body is sore all over. I look down at myself and let my fingers move over the various bruises I have. There’s one at my hip where he held me as he drilled me from behind. My breasts have bruising and teeth marks and just remembering how they got there has wetness coating the inside of my thighs again. I shake my head. Antonio DeLuca is a drug and after the night he gave me, I’m definitely an addict. Too bad that he’s also an addiction that I can’t indulge in again. I can’t. Isn’t that how these things are done? You have one night of debauchery and then disappear the next morning because neither side is looking for forever. I’m very positive that Antonio is not a forever kind of guy and even if he was, it wouldn’t be with me. I mean, he calls me his virgin slut, there’s nothing that speaks of love in that. Still, it was hot as hell last night. I loved when he talked to me like that. I let out a quiet sigh. I loved everything about last night. Still, it’s over. I look around for my clothes. I need to get out of here before he wakes up and I am positive he would prefer that, too. I find my dress wadded up on the floor in a wrinkled mess. I have no idea where the underwear is. I think in the elevator, but I remember him ripping them, so I figure they’re worthless. I hurriedly put the dress on, freaking out when I discover the straps have been ripped. I don’t even remember that happening, or hell, maybe I do. It’s kind of a blur. I know I passed out after my third or fourth orgasm. He woke me up three more times last night and each time he wouldn’t stop until I came so hard that I almost blacked out. The last time we didn’t speak. Not one word was spoken between us. He was on top of me, our eyes were locked, and we watched one another the entire time. I think it was my favorite because I got to see the exact moment he climaxed and the beauty of it will live with me forever. I look around and find his white dress shirt. I situate my dress the best I can, trying to tie the small spaghetti straps together enough to keep my dress up and then I put on his shirt—taking a moment to inhale the scent of him into my lungs. I tie the ends at my waist and roll up his sleeves as best I can. It really is huge on me. I finger comb my hair and pick up my heels. I’ll slip those on after I get past the noisy hotel tile. I look down at the bed and drink Antonio in. I curl my fingers into my palm to keep from reaching out and touching him. Shaking away the urge and scurrying to the door, I open it to find the two men from last night are there. I immediately wish the ground would open and swallow me whole.