Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
With a face-splitting smile, I move to Dante’s Bluetooth speaker in the bedroom we share and hook up my phone. Corinne Bailey Rae starts to croon “Is This Love,” and I wrap my arms around my middle and start to sway to the music as the lyrics touch my bones.
I’m engaged. Dante asked me to marry him. I guess fairy tales do happen for me. My heart is so full.
“You know, she never would have forgiven me if I proposed without her. She was upset when she found out I intended to,” Dante says as he walks into the room while removing his cuff links.
I move to the foot of the bed and pull my shoes from my feet, unable to remove the goofy smile from my face. Dante comes and tugs me into his arms. I drop my shoes, straighten, and wrap my arms around his neck.
“I thought it was perfect. I wouldn’t have changed a thing,” I purr.
He drags his hands down to my ass and squeezes. I lift on my toes as he tugs me into his body. The look in his eyes heats me all over.
He runs his nose up the bridge of mine. I love when he does that. I sigh and sink into his body.
“The only thing I would change is getting to make love to my fiancée to end the night,” he says against my lips.
“Is that right?” I nip at his lip, then do the same to his chin.
“Yes, it is. Maybe we can work on making our next baby.”
I gasp and burst into tears like a big baby. Dante palms my face, searching it frantically.
“What? What did I say wrong?”
“You want a baby with me?” I sob like a dork.
Dante tries his best not to laugh at me but fails. Wiping my tears away with his thumbs, he then kisses me. I glide my hands to hold his face as he does.
“Yes, I want more than one baby with you.”
He reaches to unbutton my jacket and pushes it from my shoulders. Dipping his head, he kisses one shoulder, then the top of my breast before moving to do the same to the other side.
I drop my head back as this time he dips his tongue into my bra cup and finds my nipple to tease with his wet mouth. I lock my hands in his hair to hold him there as I curl my toes into the carpet.
Swiftly, without my notice, he unclasps my bra. It falls to the floor and he grasps my waist, tugging me closer to wrap his mouth around my other nipple.
I wrap my leg around his waist and hold him to me tightly. Dante makes quick work of unfastening my pants. He shoves a hand inside my panties and finds my nub to massage like only he can.
“Dante,” I whisper.
He lifts me onto his waist and closes the distance to the bed. My back hits the mattress. He travels down my body with open-mouthed kisses. Hooking his fingers into my pants and panties, he peels them down my body.
Standing from the bed, he gives me a sexy grin as he works to get his clothes off. I return the grin and reach to play with my pussy for him.
“Liz,” he says as if in warning.
Instead of pulling my hand back, I reach for my nipple with my free hand and pinch and roll it as I bite down on my lip. The sound of my juices fills the room.
Before he can get fully naked, I scoot up the bed to reach for the vibrator in the nightstand drawer. I turn it on and use it to help me put on a show for my man.
Dante licks his lips as he gets his socks off. Reaching for my ankles, he tugs me down the bed some and then wraps his arms around my thighs, to bring me down to the edge of the bed. I don’t stop my show for him. His eyes are filled with desire.
While I bring myself to climax, he pulls my toes into his mouth. I start to keen and convulse when he pushes two fingers into me as I hold the wand to my clit.
He begins to stroke himself. It’s a beautiful sight to see. His muscles work with the restraint he’s trying to keep. I lick my fingers and go back to rubbing my hardened peak, alternating between kneading my breast and rolling my nipple. I think that’s the last straw.
He knocks my hand from between my legs, the wand falling to the floor. Ignoring it, he guides his fat head into me, then pulls out. I whimper, looking down to see his tip glistening.
“You don’t like me teasing you, do you?” he says and pushes only the tip in once more.