Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 715(@200wpm)___ 572(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
She twines her fingers together behind my neck. “Yes,” she whispers.
I stroke her soft cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“That’s why?” she asks. “That’s why you stopped?”
I nod. “You’re so tight, sweetness. I could feel you squeezing me, and fuck, it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. But I refuse to hurt you. I won’t do it.”
She leans up and kisses my mouth, her tongue skirting across my lips. “You will do it.” She spreads wider, and my hips nestle at the juncture of her thighs, my cock begging to be buried inside her.
“I won’t hurt you.” I feather kisses along her jaw.
“I don’t care if it hurts, Fernando.” She reaches between us and grabs my pants, unbuttoning them and reaching beneath my boxer briefs. “I was trying to stretch myself for you, to remove any barrier. I want you inside me. I need you.”
I groan when she wraps her small hand around my shaft.
Supporting myself on one arm, I shuck my pants and briefs the rest of the way off, then I strip her shirt away, leaving her bare to me. I fasten my lips to one of her hard nipples, tonguing it as she strokes me slowly, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet pussy lips.
My hips move with her, my entire body at a breaking point as I switch to her other nipple, sucking and biting as she moans and moves against me. Her back arches, and I thrust against her, my cock slipping inside her as she pulls her hand away.
I stop and meet her eyes. “I swore I’d never hurt you.” My muscles shake as I keep myself from thrusting.
She leans up and kisses me again, her mouth soft and sweet, and when she thrusts her hips upward, I yelp at the sudden heat that surrounds my cock, the pressure, the slickness, the utter perfection that is my Bianca.
18
BIANCA
I thought I was going to be the one in pain, but Fernando is wearing an expression I’ve never seen before, which makes me think he’s the one in it. There had been a short sting, but the sensation of having him deep inside me and getting to make love for the first time to the man of my choosing makes everything else pale in comparison.
“Fernando? Honey.” I run my fingers up his arms that he’s using to brace himself over me.
“It’s too much.” He groans as warmth explodes inside me.
“I think I’m the one that’s supposed to be saying that,” I tease him, but he doesn’t crack a smile. His breathing is rapid, but after a few seconds, it starts to even out. I keep stroking him, knowing my touch calms him somehow.
I think he might have come already, but his cock is still hard. I might actually be a siren if I got him off so quickly. I’ll try not to gloat about it later. Or maybe the man is so big that even when he’s not hard he’s still a lot to take. Either way, I want to take it all when it comes to Fernando. I want to know every inch of him.
“Bianca, what am I going to do with you?”
I lick my lips. I have a million ideas, but I go with the most logical at the moment. “Make love to me.”
“Love?”
“Yes, love. You can do that, can’t you? Love me?”
“I’ll spend my life doing that,” he vows before claiming my mouth in a soul-searing kiss.
It might not be an outright ‘I love you,’ but I know that’s what he means. I drop my hips onto the bed so that his cock slides partly out of me, but Fernando pushes forward, sinking himself inside me again.
I let out a moan. There is so much of him, but my body takes it as though I was made to fit him. Hell, who am I kidding? I want more. I dig my nails into his shoulders and move my hips with him, meeting each of his thrusts. The small burn I’d felt when he pressed fully inside me is long forgotten, and the only thing left is my Fernando.
At first, his strokes are slow and gentle, but I can tell he’s holding back. I read him better than I think he knows. He wants to drive into me and take what’s his, but he’s afraid of hurting me. What he doesn’t understand is that I want Fernando and the Butcher. They are one and the same, and I will love them both if I want us to last. I have to. I can’t force him to choose between the two. The same as I wouldn’t want him to change me unless I wanted to.
“Let go.” I stare up into his dark gaze. “You say I’m yours, then take me like I am.” As soon as the words leave my lips, all his control snaps. One hand reaches up to grab the headboard as he starts to thrust harder into me. His grunts fill the room. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.