Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84219 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
A frown forms on her forehead. “You don’t go to Paradiso anymore.”
“I went there to keep busy, but now that I have you, I don’t need to fill my days with work.”
She gets up, and taking my hand, she nods to the sliding doors. Rising to my feet, we head into the mansion.
Once we’re taking the stairs up to the third floor, and there’s no one in hearing distance, she asks, “Want to take a shower with me?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
When we enter the bathroom, I turn on the faucets before watching my woman strip out of her clothes.
She lifts an eyebrow at me as she unhooks her bra. “Are you going to shower in the suit?”
I pull the gun from behind my back and set it on the counter before I undress.
Stepping beneath the warm spray, I pull Samantha against my body, and enjoy the feel of her naked body against mine.
“This is nice,” she sighs.
“It is.”
Bringing her hands to my chest, her palms slide over my skin. “I have a confession.”
“Yeah?”
She grins up at me. “I’m obsessed with your body.”
Gripping her ass, I pull her closer again. I lower my head and brush my lips against hers before saying, “And I’m obsessed with yours. What are we going to do about it?”
Her teeth tug at my bottom lip. “I can think of a couple of things.”
Before I can claim her mouth, she kisses her way down my chest. When my woman kneels in front of me, it does something to my heart.
She wraps her fingers around my cock, and with her eyes locked on mine, she sucks me deep into her mouth.
I spread my legs further apart and grip hold of her wet strands.
Samantha keeps the pace slow, her tongue flicking over the swollen head that’s already giving her a taste of precum.
“Harder,” I demand. “I want to feel your teeth.”
My woman obeys, and as her teeth scrape over my cock, I let out a satisfied groan.
She moves her hands to my ass and digs her nails into my skin before she takes me deeper.
“Fuck, baby. Yes,” I growl, my eyes locked on her sinful mouth wrapped around my cock. “So fucking sexy.”
I bring my other hand to her lips and pull at her bottom lip as she takes me to the back of her throat.
Seeing her eyes tear and hearing her gag, I begin to thrust, and as I feel her throat clamp around the head of my cock, I growl, “Drink every last drop.”
My woman obeys as my cock begins to jerk, and I clench my jaw from the pleasure coursing through my body.
Pulling out of her mouth, I wait for her to climb to her feet before I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and slam my mouth to hers.
When I taste myself on her tongue, I lose complete control. I lift her against my body, and she barely has time to wrap her legs around me before I enter her with a hard thrust.
I fucking devour her mouth while I grow harder inside her.
Samantha squirms on my cock, silently begging me to move.
Smirking, I break the kiss and ask, “Do you need me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans, squirming again.
I grip her ass with one hand, and bracing my other against the tiled wall, I begin to hammer into her, my pace relentlessly hard.
With her arms wrapped around my neck, and her lips brushing against mine, I inhale her sobs and moans as she takes every punishing thrust.
It doesn’t take long before she tilts her head back, and her body begins to convulse in my hold.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. Show me how much you love it when I fuck you.”
She shatters, and with whimpers falling over her lips, she orgasms so fucking hard, it makes my own release strike like a lightning bolt.
We cling to each other as our pleasure shudders through us, and I swear, it feels as if our souls become one.
Chapter 44
Franco
After my private jet lands in Seattle, Samantha smiles happily as we walk to the SUV. We climb into the backseat while Milo and Via take the front seats.
I left Marcello in charge of things back home while I take a short vacation to meet Samantha’s family.
My fingers tighten around hers, and it has her saying, “They’re going to love you. Stop worrying.”
“I’m not worried,” I mutter. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m nervous. It’s my first time meeting ‘the parents,’ and I want things to go well.”
“They will.” She places her palm on my jaw and nudges my face toward her. When our eyes lock, she says, “And even if everything goes wrong and they hate you, I’ll still love you. Nothing will change that. Okay?”