Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I’ll smack her ass, leaving my handprints, a testament to my possession. Pinch and bite her nipples, initiating her into the exquisite world of pleasure-pain, where every nerve ending vibrates under my touch.
But above all, I want her to surrender. Her willing submission. I yearn for the moment she crawls to me, her eyes dark with desire, her voice trembling with need.
To beg for my cock.
To plead for the release only I can give her.
“Ah, fuck!” My cock’s painfully engorged, yet I don’t want to come.
Not yet.
My eyes close, and there she is in my most tantalizing fantasy, Francesca on her knees in the shower, the water cascading down her body like a waterfall. She looks up at me, a slow, wicked smile playing on her lips.
“Give me your cock,” she purrs, reaching for me, but I pull back, a cruel tease.
“What do you say, kitten?” I taunt, my voice a low growl.
“Please,” she moans, her eyes locked onto mine, a desperate plea escaping. “Feed me your cock, please.” Her tongue darts out, tracing her bottom lip and then her top, a promise of the pleasure to come. Her eyes flutter shut as she moans, a sound so raw and needy I almost come undone.
“More,” she breathes, and I oblige, bringing the head of my cock to her lips, rubbing the slick pre-come back and forth, painting her mouth with my desire.
“Taste it,” I command, and she obeys, her lips parting to welcome me in, her tongue eagerly lapping at the evidence of my arousal. Her satisfied smile as she savors my cock is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, a glimpse of what could be.
I push her head down, feeding her my cock with a passion that borders on savagery. She’s ravenous, taking every inch of me until my balls are against her chin.
Her mouth is a sanctuary of sin, licking, sucking, making her eyes water as she gags on me. The sight of her smiling around my cock is a vision of debauchery that sends a surge of electricity to the base of my spine. “Francesca,” I grit out a warning.
Her response is a moan that vibrates along my shaft, her fingers digging into my ass cheeks, pulling me deeper, impossibly deeper. I’m powerless to resist. When I fist my hands in her hair, her dark waves wrapping around my fingers, she moans to the rhythm of her mouth on my cock.
“That’s it, nice and slow, kitten,” I coax, my voice a low rumble. Her tongue flattens, cradling the underside of my cock, and she takes me deep, her top lip covering her teeth, ensuring a smooth, decadent glide down her throat.
“Fuck. Yes,” I growl, pumping into her mouth, reveling in the wet heat, the relentless suction. She takes me a little deeper, and that’s when the last thread of my control snaps. I explode, filling her mouth in my fantasy. “Suck it,” I command. My legs shake, and my spine tingles as I jerk my cock so hard and fast, I see stars.
After my heart rate slows and my vision clears, I open my eyes to find my hand and stomach covered in come. “Thanks, Francesca,” I whisper into the empty room. My gaze turns to the monitor, where she’s fast asleep. “That was good, kitten. A promise of the sweet chaos yet to come.”
I jump in the shower and get ready to head out into the warm Los Angeles night to satisfy a different need.
CHAPTER TEN
Frankie
“Hey, Frankie,” Jay begins with a smile that quickly fades as I storm into the office and slam my bag down on top of my desk. “You okay?”
I turn my gaze to my partner. “No, Jay. I am not fucking okay.” I’m seething.
After another night of shit sleep when I should have slept like a baby, I’m furious. I fell asleep easily, and it started out as a deep sleep, but even the dreams of me relaxing on a beach with a neon-colored cocktail in my hand and sand between my toes quickly turned into another fucking case. The case of the purple lingerie. “But I will be,” I growl and storm out of the office.
“Where are you going?” he calls out, his rubber-soled shoes squeak behind me on the linoleum.
“To take the trash out,” I call over my shoulder as I push through the glass doors of the precinct and make the short walk over to the forensics lab.
“Oh shit,” Jay mutters under his breath. “What did he do now?”
I breeze right by the receptionist, brushing off her questions because she doesn’t deserve my wrath. Oh no, that’s a special gift for one cheating son of a bitch who thinks he can still do whatever the hell he wants. My blood’s boiling, fists clenched so tight I can feel my nails digging into my palms.