Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Both of his hands were on her waist.
She held her breath as his lips stroked across her neck. So gentle at first. The touch sent pulses of pleasure through her body. Even her tits felt too heavy to handle this kind of torture.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
She never trusted anyone, but then, in the back of her mind, she had a flash of the moment she had first seen him three years ago. When he’d come for her and told her to trust him. That he would protect her. Take care of her.
He hadn’t broken his word.
“Yes,” she said.
Giovanni Romano was the only man in the world she did trust.
“Good.”
One of his hands moved over her body, stroking down to her stomach, and he pressed his palm against her pussy. “Open your legs,” he said.
She spread her thighs, and a single finger slid between her slit.
Valentina gasped. No one had ever touched her like this.
His other hand had already worked up her body, going toward her breasts. He cupped one within his palm, massaging the nipple between his fingers.
She closed her eyes and jolted within his arms as the finger on her pussy started to stroke, to touch. Then he grazed across her clit, and she was unable to keep the gasp out of her mouth.
“You are so fucking special, baby. You have no idea how much. I’m going to show you everything. You are mine.”
No one had ever been so possessive of her.
She … loved it. Craved it. Didn’t want it to stop, not for a single second.
“You drive me crazy,” he said.
Two fingers worked between her slit, stroking her clit, driving her higher and startling her with this need to feel more. She had to touch him. As she reached behind her, she placed her hands on his thighs. Both of them, so thick and hard.
She closed her eyes, feeling safe, protected, and so desperate for release.
The hand on her breast disappeared, and she opened her eyes. He reached down, moving her hand up, until she touched—holy shit.
Giovanni was huge. Massive. So thick and wide.
“I am not going to break,” he said.
She could tell. Not that she’d held any other cock within her grasp.
“Touch me,” he said.
Giovanni didn’t let her go as he worked her hand up and down his length. She felt him, taking her sweet time to become accustomed to how it felt to finally touch him, to feel him.
She loved the feel of his cock within her palm.
How was this possible? Her mother told her she had to endure tonight. There was no fighting this need, this impulse.
It came to her naturally.
****
Giovanni was so close to release.
Imagining this moment for the past three years hadn’t helped matters. This was a dream come true for him.
“Do you have any idea how good that feels?” he asked. “How long I’ve wanted to feel you touching me like this?”
He used both of his fingers to tease either side of her swollen nub. She was soaking wet, and he knew with the right guidance, Valentina would flourish beneath his touch. Her body and soul were made for this. To fuck and be fucked. They were so right for each other.
She started to pump his dick, working him. He felt his coming orgasm, but he wasn’t going to let go in the shower.
Even though he wanted more than anything to take her virginity in his own damn time, without randy old men waiting in anticipation, he also knew Leonardo was waiting for an opportunity to strike.
If Leonardo so much as doubted Giovanni’s claim to Valentina’s virginity, then tomorrow might see Giovanni without a wife.
This was a tradition he had to see through. One he would more than make up for during their time together. He never wanted her to be afraid, but open and honest. He couldn’t stand the marriages he saw day in, day out in their circle. Women with constant mottled bruises or broken limbs. The mistresses who lived a better lifestyle than the wives.
Giovanni already cherished his woman. He had wanted her for a long fucking time. Even before she had been considered broken. That was never going to change.
She gasped his name, and he continued to stroke her pussy, wanting her to find her release. After putting his hand back on her tit, he pinched the nipple between his finger and thumb, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure. Her grip tightened on his dick, and she settled back against him so he could feel the heat of her touch him.
Pressing his face against her neck, he flicked his tongue against her pulse, wanting to take her right now, to show her everything he wanted to do to her, but he held himself in check. It would be so easy to lose control.
“Giovanni,” she said, panting.
He knew she was close, and he didn’t stop teasing her clit, drawing out her pleasure. She came as he thrust her over the edge, hearing her silent cry. His name spilled from her lips as she lost control. The only way this could have been more perfect was if he got her to do it in front of a mirror. Then he’d be able to watch her.