Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 611(@200wpm)___ 489(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
My nails dig into his arm, my legs closing around his hand to keep him there. It feels so good. Bubbles of pure bliss pop inside my bloodstream and against my skin. I don't want him to stop.
"I'm going to touch you now," he whispers into my skin. "I won't take you tonight, but I need to feel you coming all over my hand, angel. I'm going crazy. Been dreaming about it for weeks. Tell me I can."
"I…I…" My breath escapes my lungs in panting gasps. "Please, Octavio."
He groans, pressing his body closer to mine. "There it is, conejita. That's how you were moaning for me. I want to hear it again. I'll be as gentle as I can with you. Lo prometo." His fingers slip beneath the leg of my panties, sliding across my sensitive flesh as the promise leaves his lips.
I gasp as he parts my folds.
He groans.
"Dios, Faith. You're so soft." One thick finger presses against my clit, making me jump and cry out as another wave of pleasure sends more bubbles of ecstasy through my veins. He touches me carefully, like he's letting me get used to the feel of him playing between my legs. His breath is a rough rasp in my ear, his body smoldering where he's seamed himself to my back. "I can't wait to find out if you taste as sweet as you smell. Been dreaming about that, too. Been dreaming about a lot of things I shouldn't have been dreaming about."
"Li…like what?" I gasp, rolling my hips into his touch.
He chuckles, the dark, wicked sound hitting me right in the stomach. "Like watching you ride my cock while those perfect little tits jiggle in my face, begging for my mouth. Or taking you from behind so I can play with that sexy ass while I'm buried balls deep in your tight cunt." He presses his leg between mine, wrenching my knees apart to open me up wider. "Slide your leg up mine, angel. Yeah, just like that." He presses another kiss against my neck, rewarding me for splaying my legs wide for him.
Part of me thinks I should slam them closed again…but I don't want to do that. I've never felt anything like the pleasure dancing through me in relentless waves. It's so good, addicting. Even the things he's saying and the gritty way he says them drives the pleasure higher.
What is he doing to me?
"Making you come," he growls against my neck, letting me know I said that out loud. "Going to get you addicted to what I can do to you so you never want another man between your legs. When you get achy and wet, you'll come looking for me and only me. Dios. The thought of you ever wanting another man to touch you like this makes me crazy. I'm so fucking jealous when it comes to you, little bunny." He nips at my shoulder, making me gasp. One thick finger slips inside me, rubbing against some part of me that has stars bursting behind my eyelids. "Da me lo, conejita. Give it to me."
Everything inside shrinks into a tight ball of sensation. My nails dig into his arm, my body trembling against his. I'm so close. The edge looms in front of me, the oncoming orgasm more massive than anything I've ever known. The few times I touched myself in the dark, it never felt like this.
"You're mine, Faith. Mine to protect. Mine to hold. Mine to adore and please." He touches my clit again, using his thumb to put pressure right where I need it. "I shouldn't want to steal an angel from heaven, shouldn't want to corrupt one, but I'm going to do it anyway."
"Octavio!" My body shatters apart, a loud cry leaving my lips. A kaleidoscope of color swirls through me in a dizzying display that leaves me shaking. Blood roars in my ears in a tumult of sound. From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, my entire body liquefies, melting into a pool of bliss unlike anything I've ever experienced.
Through it all, Octavio croons to me, telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I feel, how he can't stop thinking about me. He holds me tight to him, protecting me with his body as he rains kisses all across my neck and upper back. It's perfect. So damn perfect, tears well in my eyes and spill over.
"Little bunny," he whispers, turning me onto my back when he sees them. He brushes his thumbs beneath my eyes, capturing my tears and wiping them away. His smile is tender, his sepia eyes soft. "No llores."
"Bésame," I demand.
"Gladly." He leans down, capturing my lips with his. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips until I open for him. He groans, adjusting his body over mine. His erection presses against my sex, sending a jolt of sensation through me as his tongue slips into my mouth, teasing mine.