Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Butterflies erupted in my stomach. He was so crass, and now that I was on my knees for him, ruled by arousal and desire, I could admit that I fucking loved it. I had been treated so carefully my entire life, with kid gloves and placating words. Cristiano was the opposite of all that—and unlike any man I’d ever met. I pulled back, panting for breath. “I will never let you do . . . that.”
“You will. And I’ll find a way to watch your face as I press every last inch of myself into the tightest hole on your body, until you think you’re going to break in half.”
I wiped saliva from my mouth, so turned on that I was nearly ready to agree to what sounded like the ultimate ruination.
“I didn’t say you could stop.” He cupped the back of my head, pulling me to him. “Flatten your tongue.”
I didn’t have to; he flattened it for me. When I forced it to relax, he took advantage, pushing even deeper down my throat. Once he was anchored there, he held my head in place and moved his hips, slowly at first and then faster. And now, I understood what it meant to have my face fucked.
When I gagged, he stopped. “Your virgin mouth can’t take it, can it? You still need breaking in.”
I blinked away the tears that had gathered as I’d choked on him. He was letting me put a stop to this, but I didn’t want that. Not even close. I’d gotten on my knees willingly, and I was at his mercy, stripped emotionally bare.
Only honesty remained.
And the truth was, I needed this.
I loved the primal way he used me. The look of admiration that came with each “good girl.” The suspicion that he’d do almost anything in his power to have me continue.
I drew his hips closer, pulling him marginally deeper into my mouth.
“Use your nails,” he said.
When I dug them into his skin, he inhaled sharply. “Do exactly that if it’s too much. I’m not going to ask again if you need a break. Use your nails and I’ll stop. ¿Entiendes?”
I nodded—as best I could with a mouthful of cock—that I understood.
He resumed his pillage and plunder. “Take it deep for me just a little longer, mi amor. You’ll know it’s the last time when I spill down your throat.”
He pushed back as far as he could before I clawed his hips and came up coughing.
My heart pounded as I regained composure. I opened my mouth and he was back inside in a second, impaling me. As he fucked the opening of my throat into yielding for him, he looped his fingers into my hair, massaging the back of my head until I jerked away to catch my breath.
He pumped his fist over the monstrous length of him, my saliva glistening and dripping in the moonlight. “Enough?” he asked as the corner of his mouth lifted. “I can paint your face a pretty, pearly white instead and coat your throat another time, just say the word.”
I would not. This only scratched the surface of all the ways he was going to ruin me, but the same was true for him. He was at my mercy just as much as I was at his.
I leaned in. The tip of him was swollen and purple. I could practically read his need for release. He slowed his furious stroking as I put just the tip in my mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop then licking under the ridge.
His fingers curled against my scalp. “Fuck.”
At the intensity of his curse, I darted my eyes to his face, wondering if I’d done something wrong. Instead, I met a half-lidded gaze that said I was doing everything right. This time, I slid my mouth along his shaft on my own, keeping my eyes up.
His lips parted for what would surely be another command, but then he clenched his jaw shut, glancing up at the ceiling. “God, that’s so fucking good. You’re so goddamn good.”
This was control, and I understood why Cristiano wanted it so badly. It was heady to watch the face of such a powerful man screw up with need and desperation—all for me.
He took both sides of my face in a firm but gentle hold and used my mouth to finish himself off. He left my throat alone as he thrust hard and fast into my mouth, his fingers gripping tightly. “I’m coming.” His massive body shook with his impending explosion. “Your mouth is too hot and sweet to resist. And now, it’s finally mine.”
He shoved to the back of my throat and shuddered as he came warm and sticky down my throat. The moment he pulled out, he towered over me, placing his hand under my jaw and angling it up. “Swallow me, Natalia.” I started to cough around him, but he held me there. “Swallow.”