Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Oh my God!” A shudder travelled through her entire frame as Domenico buried his face in her pussy. The pleasure was excruciating, driving her to the point of madness. “Oh my God, Domenico, stop...” It was too much, she needed to get away from him—-
But Domenico only tightened his hold on her, his fear for Misty’s safety adding a savage edge to his passion. He devoured her sweet flesh with his tongue, licking, thrusting, and when her body started to stiffen in his hold, Domenico became even more relentless, wanting her cries of pleasure to fill the room.
Misty found herself falling against the bed as Domenico’s fingers joined his mouth. Each thrust, each kiss, each flick wrecked her, and Misty gripped the bedsheets as she desperately tried to hang on to her sanity. “Domenico, please...” He always, always made her feel this way. So lost in him with need that she didn’t know how she could ever survive without him.
The ball of pleasure inside her was tightening and growing, filling her with so much heat that she felt like she was about to explode any minute—-
Domenico, sensing his wife’s impending release, straightened from her body.
Misty let out a moan of protest at the sudden emptiness between her legs. She opened her eyes as she felt Domenico moving—-
Their eyes came into contact—-
“I love you, Misty.” And then he was inside her, stuffing her pussy with his enormous cock—-
Misty screamed, her eyes rolling back at the sheer blazing pleasure of her husband’s possession. She came at the very first thrust, and she was still coming as Domenico didn’t stop pounding into her. With Domenico still holding her legs wide open, imprisoned in its state with his fingers around her ankles, there was nothing for Misty to hold on to. It made her feel like Domenico’s cock was all that held her in balance, and if his cock was gone she would melt into nothing.
Hot sweat covered his body as Domenico fucked his wife as hard as he could, every bit of his concentration focused on making her come again and again. He ground his cock into her with every push, knowing how to position himself over her body so each thrust would cause the right amount of friction against her clitoris.
When their eyes met again, Misty whispered, “I love you.”
A powerful shudder wracked his body at the words. “Misty.” He groaned her name out loud as he came, filling her pussy with his seed until there was no space for it. Still inside of her, Domenico lowered his head to take her lips in a ravaging kiss, wanting to brand her with his taste.
Body still wrecked with the aftershocks of her release, Misty returned his kiss with equal fervor. When she was in his arms like this, it was hard to worry, hard to think that—-
A familiar rumbling sound filled the air.
Misty winced. She had celebrated too soon.
Chapter Four
When Misty opened her eyes, she and Domenico were fully clothed and standing in the middle of the suite’s private spa. The jinn stood in front of them, her coloring and the backdrop of hot springs behind her making the jinn appear like a pagan goddess.
“I hope you enjoyed your rest.” The jinn’s voice was not as rusty before, but it was even more seductive.
Before Misty could answer, Domenico was already speaking, his voice cold with animosity. “What are your terms?” He drew his wife against him in a protective hold as he waited for the jinn to answer, knowing whatever she said, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
“She has to make you fall in love with her again in twenty-four hours.”
Misty blinked in confusion, but Domenico’s voice remained hard as he asked, “And the catch?”
“You won’t remember who you are. She can’t tell you who she is.” The jinn clasped her hands together when she was done speaking.
Mist from the hot springs began to thicken, spreading into the room like a monstrous fog intent on swallowing everything it reached.
Her wild eyes found Misty’s. “If you lose, you will die without seeing Domenico again.”
Misty was too shocked to panic. “Are you really asking me—-” When the jinn only looked at her, she turned to Domenico in confusion. His grim expression was her answer, and that was when she felt hysteria start to stir inside of her. “Domenico, I—-”
The mist had reached them, and to her horror, she found Domenico fading in front of her.
She started to cry when Domenico held her hands tightly. “Remember what I told you. How stubborn you are.”
She nodded, trying to stop herself from crying when she saw the pain in Domenico’s green eyes. She knew then that he was holding on to his control for her, that he wanted to be strong for her so she could be strong, too.
Rubbing her eyes dry, she asked haltingly, “If you didn’t know me, w-what would you notice about me first?”