Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
She pulls back with a gasp, eyes foggy with desire. “Damien.”
“I’m right here, Francesca.”
She purrs. “I see you. I feel you.” Her hips push forward hungrily, and I know what she needs.
I lean in close enough to whisper in her ear, enjoying the shiver she’s unable to suppress. “You want to feel more of me.”
“Yes,” she replies with a moan. “Need to.”
I press myself against her hip for relief as one hand slips under her dress. The silky slide of her thighs is intoxicating, but the heat of her womanhood has a magnetic pull on me. Brushing my knuckles against her plump, bare lips.
Another gasp escapes and her hips push forward. “Please.”
My lips pull up in satisfaction at that one, whispered word. “I do love it when you beg.” To reward her, I spread her lips and find her clit swollen and drenched in her juices. The first touch makes her cry out.
I slip a finger inside, enjoying the way her fingertips dig into my arms at the intensity of the sensation. “I love how wet you get for me.”
“Me. Too.” Her words come out on gasping pants and she’s already pulsing around me as the elevator rises quickly to the penthouse.
“Come for me, Francesca. Come on my hand. Do it before the doors open.” The command is deep and loud enough to bounce off the elevator walls.
“I’ll try.” She grinds harder and her legs tremble for a few seconds before she explodes, doing exactly as I asked her to. Her juices drip down my fingers and onto my palm.
“Oh, God.” Her knees buckle and she leans against me while riding out the last of her pleasure just as the bell sounds our arrival at the penthouse.
“Such a good girl.” She’s never been more beautiful than when she gives her pleasure over to me, trusting me to take care of her.
She pulls back, licking her lips with a knowing smile as she watches me licking her juices from my fingers. “That was hot.”
“Indeed,” I growl and take her hand, guiding her out of the elevator as carnal need fires through my veins. “Such obedience deserves a proper reward.” I guide her into the main bedroom and close the door, wanting to savor this moment.
“Get naked.” My gaze burns a path over her body, and she responds, slowly peeling off the green velvet dress, letting it pool at her feet.
Such a vision of beauty.
My clothes feel tight and suffocating, so I rip them off, tossing aside the last remnants of civility along with my suit. I step closer, our bodies just a breath apart. “Get on the bed.” It’s not a request.
She does as she’s told, sinking into the soft mattress, her legs slightly parted, an invitation I can’t resist. On my knees, I part her legs further, exposing her to my gaze. “You’re so wet, kitten.” My voice is hoarse as I admire her femininity, her body’s honest response to my touch. Her scent fills my nostrils, and I lean in closer, my breath ghosts over her sensitive flesh.
A soft moan escapes her lips as I sink two fingers deep inside. I curl them, stroking that spot that makes her see stars. “Oh fuck,” she gasps, her hips bucking.
“What do you need, Francesca?” I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from her lips. My fingers, still coated with her juices, glide over her silky skin, teasing her, tormenting her.
“You,” she replies, her eyes fluttering shut.
I withdraw my fingers, now slick with her arousal, and trace them around the tight pucker of her ass. Francesca’s breath hitches. “Relax,” I soothe, circling the sensitive flesh.
Leaning forward, I flick my tongue against her swollen clit as I slowly ease my middle finger into her ass. The dual sensations have her keening with pleasure.
“Damien!” she cries, grinding against my face.
I alternate between teasing licks and deep, probing thrusts, keeping her on edge. Her thighs begin to quiver around my head. I know she’s close.
“Don’t stop,” Francesca begs breathlessly. “Please don’t fucking stop!”
I have no intention of stopping. I redouble my efforts, sucking and licking her clit as I fuck her ass with my finger. With a strangled cry, her orgasm explodes and her hips grind against my mouth while I suck her clit until it becomes too much. “Yes!”
“That’s it, my pet. Come for me.” My voice is a low, primal command, urging her on.
Before she can fully recover, I rise and shove my aching cock deep into her still-quivering pussy. We both groan at the exquisite sensation.
“Fuck,” I grunt, struggling to maintain control. “You feel amazing, Francesca.” As I pump into her, dark thoughts swirl through my mind. The way she grips me, getting wetter with every thrust, ignites a hunger I’ve long suppressed. I want to possess her completely, to mark her as mine in ways that go beyond the physical.