Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I met his gaze for a long moment and then nodded. I wanted more.
He smiled and then rubbed his thumbs over my nipples, which grew into hard pebbles. I let my head fall back as his talented fingers gave me the most intimate massage of my life. My hair slid over the bare skin of my back, leaving my neck exposed.
Carmine moved in, his mouth latching onto my throat as he continued to squeeze my breasts. It felt so good, and I couldn’t help the moan that filled the car. Then his strong hands moved to my hips, and he lifted me up, repositioning me so that I was up on my knees, my head nearly hitting the roof of the car.
That left his mouth in a perfect position to ... oh. My. God.
He caught my nipple between his lips, and it was like being consumed by molten lava. His tongue swirled as he sucked me in, and I clutched at his hair, afraid I’d melt into a puddle of pleasure. Moisture gathered between my legs and my heart rate doubled.
He worked one breast with one hand, and the other with his lips and tongue. Then he switched as I groaned and ground my hips in circles.
One large hand descended to my thigh, and I sucked in a breath, dying to know what he was going to do next.
I didn’t have to wait long. His impossibly large palm slid up the inside of my thigh until his finger found the edge of my panties. There was no way he could miss how wet I was. How much I craved his touch.
He bit my nipple lightly, causing me to yelp, but still, I pushed my heated folds against his fingers. Then he pushed my panties aside, sliding his finger along my bare slit.
“Oh God,” I moaned. He stroked me, and I could barely contain my arousal.
His mouth lifted off my nipple. “Does that feel good?” He rubbed his slick finger directly across my clit.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Then you try it.”
I moaned again before his words sank in. “What?”
He grinned at the expression my face. He caught one of my hands and pushed it down between us. “Touch yourself, just like I did.”
I closed my eyes in embarrassment. I’d never wanted to do this in front of a man. My hips ground against the air, making my breasts bounce. That caught his gaze, and I hoped he’d give in and keep touching me, but he didn’t. He was waiting for me.
“Come on. You’ve never done that before, have you?”
I shook my head, feeling mortified.
“Well, today’s my day to teach you new things—and school’s still in session. Touch yourself.”
Maybe it was his use of the word school that did it. It was no secret that I’d always longed to go to school and had been constantly denied. This was an unconventional type of school—a sexual school, but suddenly I wanted in, nevertheless.
Tentatively, I touched my heated slit. Carmine’s eyes widened again, and he grinned. I stroked myself once, then twice. My own touch didn’t feel as good as his, but still ... the way he was looking at me turned me on. I stroked myself again and moaned.
“Good girl,” he said huskily. His hands slid under my dress but bypassed where I wanted them to be. Instead, he cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed.
Immediately, memories flooded back of Massimo touching me there. Stroking me. Spanking me. My hips ground harder and I flicked my finger faster over my clit.
Carmine grinned and then caught my nipple with his teeth as his huge hands still kneaded my backside.
The sensations were overwhelming and I gasped, my eyes closed, my head thrown back. It was building again—the orgasm inside me. The buildup felt so good, and I wondered if I’d ever get tired of the sensation.
I sure as hell hoped not.
“Come for me,” Carmine growled, his voice muffled as he licked and sucked on my nipple. With my free hand, I held onto his shoulder as I worked my clit, trying to do it the way he had. And the way Massimo had.
Oh God ... I was so close. Carmine captured my nipple between his teeth and tugged lightly, flicking his tongue over the very tip. Just like I was flicking my finger over my clit.
I shouted as I came, my voice echoing around the close quarters. I lost all control as I thrashed on his lap. His hands clamped onto my ass, squeezing in a way that was almost painful. Wave after wave of electricity flowed through me, making my limbs tremble, and causing me to shout until I was hoarse.
Afterward, I collapsed against Carmine’s bare chest, and his arms wrapped around me. I was breathing heavily and practically sobbing—the release had been so powerful.
He ran his hands over my bare back and kissed the side of my face, making soothing sounds. My head rested on his broad shoulder as I tried to get my breathing under control. I felt spent and satisfied ... and most of all, safe. It was wonderful having his arms around me. Being wrapped around him.