Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
It freaks me out a little bit to be honest.
I remember having such a hard time psyching myself up to even meet Gian to ask him to make this deal.
And then Gian changed the terms I’d already agreed to … and now this? I’m one second away from begging for him to fuck me like he promised. This is so fucked up but I like it. I really do. I don’t understand it but I don’t have to.
I think I’m just in shock at how well things are managing to work out. The truth is that I did everything I can to take care of my brother, and things are actually going to be okay. I can handle this situation. I want to handle this, these changes and these desires. I can hope for a better future for Tommy because it's already starting. Hope is all any of us have; hoping is the best any of us can do. And if I want Gian, if I’m filled with lust for him, is that really so bad? I mean, I already belong to him — a fact that terrified me earlier this very day, and now it makes me feel so aroused I can hardly stand it.
I shouldn’t trust a man just because he makes me cum, but the truth it that before the orgasm, I already felt something. The way that he kisses me rewrote the coding of my mind. I had no idea that so much passion could live in one person. No idea that it could play out with lips, tongues, and breaths shared between two people. Gian had me from that moment. I didn’t see him as Giancarlo Sandoval anymore, not the man I’d heard about. I felt him as the man, Gian, who was so different with me.
I want him. I want him to know how much I crave him. I want him to know how badly I need him right now. So I open my mouth, no matter how terrifying being so brazen seems. "I want you inside me, Gian, now," I groan. I'm giving into every desire that courses through me and I’m letting him know. And it feels good. Most of all, I feel safe to tell him how much I want him
Gian's eyes are blazing with lust, a fierce look that I feel all over my body from just that look, and I know that he must want me as much as I want him. Dropping his hands from my wrists, my skin instantly aches for him where he touched me. He tears off my bra. Snaps the flimsy fabric, destroys it. Gian lifts my body and pulls me on top of him. Though still clothed, I can feel the outline of his enormous cock pressing hard through his trousers. My wet pussy is soaking the fabric, drenching it with the wetness of my arousal. I bite my lip, my eyes shutting in pleasure as I rub my pussy up and down his cock. "Fuck," I moan in a high-pitched yelp. I had no idea that I could act like this. That I could want a man so much. But just a taste of Gian has me desperate for more.
Closing a hand over my ass, Gian groans a low, feral sound of need that makes me look at his face. I want to see what a man looks like when he makes that kind of sexy sound. Well, that’s not completely accurate. I want to see what Gian looks like when he makes that sexy of a sound. And makes that sound because of me. A blazing surge of need courses through me and I start to tear at his clothes. I press against the edges of his suit jacket to remove it. Shrugging out of it, he stands and drops me onto the bed. He rips his shirt off, buttons flying. I sit up on my ankles and watch as he tears down his trousers and the tight boxer briefs housing a cock ... there are no words for his cock. I see it and in a heartbeat my pussy aches for it. I don't know what a cock will feel like inside me, but I know that I need Gian. Now. Eying the long shaft and purple head glistening with pre-cum with a hunger I've never known before. That massive thing is bigger than I even imagined. I thought it must've been bunched up fabric making it seem that it couldn't possibly be as big as it felt, but there’s just no way! Gian’s cock is even more enormous that it felt before. It's intimidatingly long and thick and even though twenty-four hours ago I wouldn’t have known what to even do with a cock at all, now I want to figure out what to do with that monster. One thing is for sure. I want that cock inside of me.