Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Matteo dipped a spoon into the warm and frothy zabaione and lifted it to my lips. “Open your mouth, my clumsy little bird.”
Not able to resist the velvety dessert, I obeyed. The wine, sugar, and frothed egg yolks soothed my sore throat.
When he dipped the spoon in a second time and held it to my mouth, I said, “I can feed myself.”
“Shut up and let me feed you.”
I obeyed, letting him slip the spoon inside my mouth. I licked my lips, savoring the creamy sweetness.
His gaze focused on my mouth, a deep rumble vibrating inside his chest. Against the backs of my thighs, his cock hardened. I shifted. “Maybe I should—”
His arm tightened around my waist. “Don’t move,” he growled.
The air in the room thickened.
Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he reached over and picked up a piece of persimmon and held it close to my mouth. “Bite.”
When my teeth sank into the soft flesh, the boozy glaze dripped down through the opening of my robe, onto the inner curve of my breast.
As I moved to wipe it off, he wrapped his fingers around my wrist and pulled my arm away.
Still keeping his intense gaze on me, he lowered his head. The tip of his tongue swept over my skin to lap at the vanilla-sweetened drops.
“Oh, God,” I breathed out in a rush as my heart raced.
He slipped his hand inside the robe and opened it wider, loosening the belt. He then lifted my thigh and bent my knee to swing me around on his lap so that I was straddling him.
Picking up another piece of persimmon, he held it to my lips. “Open your mouth, baby.”
Mesmerized by his dark eyes, I bit into the bright, sweet flesh.
This time he squeezed the piece of fruit as I did so, deliberately sending a cascade of sticky rum droplets over my breasts and stomach.
As he leaned his head down to lick the curve of my left breast, I fell back onto my forearms, pressing his hard thighs against my back.
He groaned as he shifted so his mouth could reach my breasts and stomach, peppering them with open-mouthed kisses. “So fucking sweet.”
His large hands slipped under my hips and lifted me.
“What? Oh! Oh!”
My lower body was tilted up toward his face as he anchored my bent knees over his shoulders. His thumbs went to either side of my pussy lips, opening me. The tip of his tongue flicked against my clit.
My fingers dug into the blankets as my back arched, pushing my hips against his jaw. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips; my body felt like it was floating in his grasp.
His hot breath brushed my inner thigh. “That’s it, babygirl. Sing for me.”
The tip of his tongue moved faster, swirling around and around, increasing the pressure with each full circle.
My own finger or a vibrator could never compare to the feel of his mouth on me.
Easily keeping my body aloft with his left hand, he shifted his right to between my thighs. His thumb pushed inside my wet entrance. After several thrusts, he pulled out to press the tip of it against my puckered hole.
Instinctively, I tightened it. He increased the pressure while varying the rhythm of his tongue.
There was this odd suspense as my body braced for the moment he’d force his thumb inside my ass. A shock of sensation raced up my spine when he scraped the sharp edges of his teeth against my clit. My brain splintered and I forgot to keep my asshole clenched.
He thrust his thumb inside.
The dark, elicit pleasure of it sent me over.
I came undone.
My hips bucked as my bare feet kicked at the headboard. This time the stars I saw were shimmering with white glitter and warmth.
His left hand flattened over my abdomen as he slowly lowered my hips back to his lap. My knees hugged his sides as he growled, “Fuck, I love how responsive you are.”
He moved his hand to cup my hip as he lifted his cock and positioned it at my entrance.
I whimpered, knowing I was still sore from earlier.
“Shhh, little one. I promise I won’t thrust. I just need to be inside you right now.”
There was a momentary sensation of pressure, and then the thick head slipped inside me. He wrapped both hands around my hips and slid my body closer to him, forcing me to impale myself on his cock.
“Fuck, babygirl. You’re so goddamn tight.”
My inner muscles burned as they stretched to accommodate his girth. When my ass was against his hips, he was fully seated inside of me.
There was an odd sense of pride and accomplishment about being able to take his full, long length inside of my tight pussy.
True to his word, he remained still. Moving his hands over my stomach, hips, and breasts in slow, soothing circles.