Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
He’s also on the phone a lot. I don’t know who he’s talking to and the one time I press, he gets defensive and tells me not to worry. But I’m pretty sure he’s talking to his brothers and sisters, and maybe some people in the Famiglia, even though I can’t tell.
We should divorce. He should go back home. We don’t do either of those things.
Instead, it’s three days of happiness, which I think is more than some people ever get in their whole life.
On the morning of the fourth day, Simon’s up early. He makes us coffee and comes back to bed as I stretch lazily already thinking about how I’m going to spend the afternoon doing nothing but being with him. He leans over me and peppers kisses down my neck and pulls me against him, and I laugh when his hard cock presses into me.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” I ask as he grunts in reply. “I mean, you’d think with all the humping we’ve been doing lately, you’d be shooting blanks—”
He groans and pins me down. “Please, dear god, don’t ever call it humping again.”
“What should I say?” I writhe a little, giving him a come punish me, big daddy, sort of look, although I’m not sure it’s registering. “Would you prefer I call it ‘lovemaking?’ Because I don’t think what we’ve been doing is very loving if you know what I mean.”
“Call it sex. Call it fucking. But just not humping. That’s just so—” He makes a face and shakes his head. “It’s like we’re a couple of animals.”
“Sometimes that’s exactly what I feel like.” I arch my back and get a little burst of gratification when his eyes instantly go to my chest. The man is predictable, but in a very good way. “When you’ve got me on all fours and my face is in the pillow, and you’re fucking me from behind.”
“You mean, I’m humping you from behind.”
I bite my lip and make a face. “Alright, fine, you’ve made your point and now I’ve thoroughly turned myself off.”
He laughs and kisses my neck. His grip on my wrists tightens and he pushes me down tighter against the mattress. “I think I can help with that.”
“No, definitely not. I don’t think I’ll ever make love again.” I sigh dramatically and he buries his mouth with mine, his tongue invading my lips, and okay, I was wrong because I can definitely make love to this man whenever he wants it.
He strips off my clothes and when I try to squirm away, because it’s more fun when I put up a little token resistance, he grabs me and spanks my ass hard until it’s nice and pink. Then he turns me over and buries his mouth between my legs, and I grind my hips into his mouth as he does his filthy work and brings me to what has to be the ten-thousandth orgasm of the past forty-eight hours.
It’s like he’s determined to punish me for teasing him as he drags me into his lap and makes me slide down his shaft. I ride him, groaning away as sweat dribbles down between my breasts, and he slaps my ass harder as he thrusts with my rhythm.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of fucking your gorgeous pussy,” he growls as he sucks my nipples and I move in bliss-filled circles. “I could lie here and watch you ride my fucking cock all day long, baby. The beautiful faces you make and those gorgeous tits. You look so goddamn good.”
“You feel good,” I say, placing my palms on his muscular chest. “God, you feel so fucking good.” He stretches me wide and fills me up, but more than the size of him, the man knows how to work his hips. He knows what he says, knows when he teases and when to push, and it drives me absolutely wild.
“You make it easy, begging for it, taking me whenever I want it, you filthy fucking girl.” He leans forward and buries his mouth on mine before turning me around and pushing me down into the bed. My legs wrap around his hips as he thrusts into me and I’m so damn close again I can barely breathe. It’s bliss, it’s too much, but for some reason it’s never enough, and I explode in an orgasm along his thick length.
He groans as he takes me rough and he’s not too far behind. I feel him come between my legs and we’re grinding together nice and slow, coming down like a pair of skydivers sharing a parachute. He holds me for a while and whispers how good it feels to be between my legs, how much he loves having me in his life, how much he needs me. And I tell him things in return: how I wake up with a smile on my face knowing he’s nearby, how I crave his arms around me more than I crave sleep, how he’s become the only thing I look forward to when I wake up in the morning.