Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” He releases my nipple with a loud pop that resonates through the room. “I want you so bad it hurts.” His lips move down my body, while both his hands hold onto my tits.
“Then have me...please have me…” I whimper afraid that he may come to his senses and end this before it even has a chance to begin.
“Oh I will kitten.” He looks up at me just as he reaches my panty line, his eyes are dark and filled with need. My chest heaves and a heat spreads through my center and outward. I'm ready. I want him. I need him, like I need my next breath.
“Patience... I need you nice and wet so when I slip deep inside you all you feel is inch upon glorious inch of pleasure.”
“I'm ready now...” I pant as he releases my breasts and grabs onto the sweatpant and my panties at my hips pulling them down my legs ever so slowly.
“Not ready enough. I need you soaked, drenched kitten. I need your sweet cream coating my hand, and dripping down your thighs.”
His dirty words make me moan, and I can't seem to get enough of him. I know after tonight, after this moment occurs between us, losing him will hurt like hell, but I'll take the pain for a small taste of pleasure. At his words he nudges my legs apart, and sits up, his body looming above mine.
I drink him in, every delicious inch of his muscled torso. I reach up, running my fingers over his slick abs, his muscles ripple beneath my fingers. His bodies beautiful each muscle looking as if its been cut from stone. My gaze drops to his stiffened cock, tenting his boxers.
“Your going to come on my hand before he comes anywhere near you.” His voice is thick with carnal need well his fingers trail over my mound and down between my wet folds.
“Please…” I look him straight in the eyes, sinking my nails into his flesh leaving little half moons behind. He smirks down at me, his thumb rubbing gently against my clit, teasing me. My eyes drift closed, and then I feel it. One thick digit slips inside. At first he only goes knuckle deep, slowly plunging his finger in and out of my tightness. Coils of pleasure fill my belly and instantly I want more, but of course he is taking his time as if he is savoring every slip inside me.
My body squirms underneath his touch and a soft gasp falls from my lips when he thrust his finger past the knuckle, sinking deeper inside my channel. I claw at his abs, needing more, so much more. I spread my legs wider, and gnaw on my bottom lip, the burning pleasure inside me building with each stroke. An electric current shoots through my veins and I lift my hips, trying to meet the thrust of his finger. I pout, my inexperienced thrust, not helping me get him any deeper. A soft chuckle fills the air and my eyes pop open finding Ivan’s as if we’re two magnets, compley drawn to each other.
We stare at each other for a long moment, the pressure builds deep inside me, and my chest rises and falls like I’m running in a marathon. He adds a second finger, moving the two in a scissoring motion, all while keeping eye contact with me.
I lick my lips, and feel the heat of my orgasm wash over, my insides quiver, and my pussy clenches tightly around his thick fingers.
“Ivan…” I scream his name, bucking my hips, grabbing onto his hand to hold it in my place. The pleasure is blinding overtaking my heart, mind, body, and soul.
Ivan doesn’t let up though, he keeps plunging deep inside me, stroking me until I start to feel a second orgasm build. He stretches my channel, preparing me for his thickness and I watch through hooded eyes as he bites his bottom lip, watching his fingers dip in and out of me furiously.
“Come for me again kitten...make that virgin pussy come all over my hand again.” Ivan’s words are crude, naughty, and down right delicious and I follow his orders, my womb tightening, unraveling at the seams as another orgasm slams into me. My channel gushes and I feel my release do exactly as he asked...come all over my hand.
I’m panting, my entire body shaking, and a liquified mess when he pulls his fingers from my entrance and brings them to his lips. He licks the tips, before plunging them deep inside his mouth.
“Fuck kitten you’re so damn tight, and taste like something I don’t fucking deserve, but damn, am I going to ravage you, like you’re my last damn meal.”
“Please...yes…” I claw at his chest like the kitten he claims me to be. He must enjoy this because he grins, moving from the bed for a moment to dispose of his boxers, and grab a little foil packet from the nearby night stand.