Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
She bucks her hips, giving me easier access to peel them down her legs. I trail kisses down her abdomen, making my way closer and closer to the gate of her promised land.
Every kiss inspires another whimpering sound from Natalie. Those noises push me further into my lust-fueled frenzy. I reach my destination, and her intoxicating scent fills my nose. It makes my mouth water, and I can’t stop myself from indulging in the buffet on offer.
Tongue first. Flat pad running the length of her slit until my lips brush over her clit. I surround it with my lips, treating it with the same flicks and licks I gave her nipple a moment prior.
And she moans. A heavenly sound I never want to stop hearing.
I let a finger replace my tongue as I sink my head lower again. The taste on her outside walls isn’t enough. I need to replace the saliva in my mouth with her liquids until she is the only thing I taste. No hesitation, I glide my tongue straight into her while my fingers continue to dance over her delicate nub.
I cast my eyes back up to her. A quick glance to see what’s happening on her face, and I’m met in turn by a sight that makes me as hard as a crowbar.
She’s screaming now. Begging and pleading I go on. Never stop. And I won’t. Her arms flail wildly in the air, one finding its way onto my head while the other claws deep into the throw pillow at her side, trying to find any balance while I tear out her first climax with my mouth.
The first of many. Until we’re both lying sprawled out, exhausted, and so come-drunk, we couldn’t move if we wanted to.
8
NATALIE
One minute, we’re giggling and laughing at the silliest jokes. Talking about Dante’s valiant efforts in fending off the monsters who attacked me. Sipping expensive champagne I’ll never be able to afford and snuggling up on the couch. And the next, his tongue is buried so deep inside me, I can see heaven.
His eyes are locked on my face, studying the contorted features from the pleasure he’s giving me. I can’t control myself. His hands, his tongue, and the deep, desperate stare. It’s driving me crazy. My body spasms against my attempts to command it. Noises I didn’t think possible bellow out of my mouth. And my mind explodes with thoughts of Dante.
The Demon of Delta County. The monster who stole me away from home.
The only man I’ve ever wanted this fucking bad.
“I want you inside me.” The words come out without warning.
Dante doesn’t hesitate. He’s on his feet, with his pants around his ankles in a flash. The girth between his legs bounces as it’s set free. It’s just as monstrous as I imagined. I can’t stop staring at it. Fuck. I’ve somehow forgotten how to breathe.
“Like what you see?” He’s grinning wide while his eyes travel down the length of my body.
“More than you could imagine.” I reach out eagerly for my first touch of the massive rod that’s going to split me in half.
Dante groans as my cool fingers make first contact with his throbbing meat. His head snaps to the ceiling when I start to stroke, and the groans devolve into guttural grunts.
“Ah, fuck, that feels so good.” He starts bucking his hips into my fist, legs shaking and body starting to tremble.
But he doesn’t allow himself to lose control. Not to my hand. Dante’s head snaps back down to me, and his eyes burn with passionate fire and clarity. He grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from his meat.
“Get up,” Dante orders, and I do as instructed. “No more waiting. No more wasting time. I need you.”
“Then take me,” I say.
And he does.
My confirmation was all he needed to throw his boa constrictor arms around my body and pull me into a kiss. Our mouths lock, with his tongue smashing through my lips. Lost in the throes of ecstasy, Dante lifts me off the ground and into his arms. His hands slot firmly under my ass, and he carries me in the air like I don’t weigh a thing.
He pins me tightly against his body, using his arms to lower me down until our hips are in line. I get my first feel of his cock, and it sends shivers through my whole being. It’s swaying savagely with all his motions, bobbing and bouncing viciously in all directions. It slides between my legs, and his heavy head knocks right up against my door.
I glide a hand between our bodies, trying not to break our kiss. In the blind fumble, I find his shaft and grab a firm hold. Through his moaning, Dante never breaks our kiss. His legs start to shake, yet I’ve never felt safer in anyone’s arms.