Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
It felt incredible.
She breathed into my mouth heavier and harder, her ankles digging into my ass. Every time she took a deep breath, her nails cut into me a little harder. Her tits shook with my thrusts, and in the middle of her kiss, her lips would tremble.
I knew she was going to come. It was the quickest she’d ever had an explosion. It was the quickest she’d ever been pushed over the edge. This was how she wanted me, nice and slow. She wanted my affection as well as my cock. She wanted my intimacy, my adoration. Muse didn’t care about my money or my wealth. All she wanted was me—the man underneath the suit.
She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth before she gave me her tongue. It was small and wet, and she touched it to mine and breathed at the same time.
Fuck, this was hot.
I never knew sex could be this good when it was this slow.
I felt her thighs squeeze against me and tremble. I felt her nipples harden even more against my chest. Her nails made small cuts into my skin, nearly drawing blood with their sharpness. Her pussy constricted, tightening around me even more.
Fuck, I already wanted to come.
Instead of concentrating on how quickly I could shove my dick inside her, I focused on her kiss and her touch. Those things were even more stimulating than the pussy wrapped around my dick. The wetness of her mouth was even better than the wetness of her cunt. I adored every feature she possessed, from her gorgeous legs to the beauty of her eyes. She was the sexiest woman on the planet, on the inside as well as the outside.
“Come for me.” I needed her to explode. I needed her to finish. I couldn’t be one of those assholes that didn’t let their women go first. I’d never been that guy, and I didn’t want to start being him now.
Especially to her.
She gripped my back and pulled me completely inside her, taking in my entire length so she could come all around me. She dug her nails into me and then exploded, whimpering against my mouth as she hit her high and glided back down again.
I held on as long as I could, enough to make sure she would enjoy every second of my thick dick. Then I came inside her a second later, exploding with a loud groan. I filled her with my come, feeling the satisfaction immediately spike in my veins. “Muse…” Her pussy was heaven to me, the only place I ever wanted to be. I buried my face into her neck as I finished, smelling her sweat as well as her perfume.
It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had.
My dick softened, but I still felt the remains of the climax. My entire body felt tired and satisfied. My come was deep inside her, mixed with hers. I’d never been inside a woman so much in my life. I had a quick turnaround rate, but Muse had been the longest partner I’d ever had.
And I still wasn’t tired of her.
I lay beside her and immediately closed my eyes, exhausted.
We were both sweaty, but she still moved into me and wrapped her leg over my hip. She cuddled into me and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, and I didn’t have a single thought before I crashed.
I fell asleep, my arms enveloping this woman. And I slept well.
* * *
Dante had breakfast set up in her living room, so I sat there and drank my coffee while I waited for her to wake up. The newspaper was open in my lap, and the view of the property was breathtaking from the window. The sun had risen over the horizon and blanketed the landscape in golden sunlight.
I had work to do that day, but I decided to blow it off.
I was needed elsewhere.
She opened the door from the bedroom and stood in the white t-shirt she put on last night. Her hair was a mess from the way I fisted it during the night, and her eyes held sleepy satisfaction. Her gaze narrowed slightly as she looked at me, obviously expecting me to be gone by now.
“Hungry?” I folded the newspaper and set it on my lap. I was in my black sweatpants with a bare chest. My feet rested on the soft carpet, and I felt the morning light enfold me in warmth. It was going to be a warm day, but I’d always loved the heat. Must be my Tuscan roots.
She sat on the couch across from me and picked up a mug of hot coffee. She pulled her knees to her chest and crossed her ankles.
But I caught a glimpse between her legs. She still didn’t have any panties on.