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He kisses me and I taste myself on his tongue. I want more but all too soon he stands up, taking off the rest of his clothes.

He climbs into bed, moving me onto my side, wrapping around me. I can feel the heat of his rock hard cock against my ass.

Without knowing I’m doing it, I slide down the bed, kissing his chest as he rolls onto his back. I kiss lower, my lips moving down over his stomach, finding the root of him.

I take hold of his shaft in my hand, squeezing it gently. “Am I doing this right?” I ask, sliding my hand slowly up and down.

“Like this,” he says, putting his hand over mine, shifting my movements a little. “That’s it.”

I put my tongue out, tasting the tip of him. It’s not me in charge of myself anymore. I don’t know who it is. I take him into my mouth, the first time I’ve ever done this.

He guides me, moving my head with his hands, thrusting up into my mouth, using me for his pleasure.

So help me, I love the sensation. I love the hardness of him in my mouth, the knowledge I’ve got his undivided attention.

I look up at him as I run my tongue around the tip again. He’s watching me with that dark cold look in his eyes. I see past it to the desire beneath. His mouth is opening and he lets out a groan as I take him in as far as I can.

“Faster,” he says and I obey at once. I run my mouth up and down him, keeping my hands on his shaft, obeying the instructions he gives me.

I know when he’s getting close as he starts to twitch in my grip. I speed up more, drool running down my chin as I almost choke on his length.

“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he says. “You should stop. Save it for inside you.”

I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. I have to taste him. I can’t even explain why. I guess it’s the orgasm he’s just given me. It broke down some barrier inside me, brought out a part of me I didn’t know existed.

I bury him in my mouth and then it happens. There’s a pulsating in his cock as it twitches on my tongue. All at once, he spurts into my mouth, filling the back of my throat with his hot seed.

I gag at the sensation, almost choking again as I try to swallow. He thrusts deep into my mouth, holding my head in place as more gushes from the tip of him.

The salty heat makes my pussy tingle. He wanted to do that inside me. The idea frightens and excites me in equal measure.

I squeeze the last drops from him, kissing my way back up to lay again on my side. “It was digging into me too much,” I tell him as he kisses the side of my neck. I shuffle into place with him wrapped around me again. “That’s better.”

He says nothing. His arm grows heavy and I know he’s on the cusp of sleep. I get a warmth deep inside me, feeling safe in his arms. Nothing bad can happen to me while I’m here.

I can still taste him on my tongue. I made him come. The mafia killer came in my mouth. The thought makes me smile. Never knew I could do that. My body relaxes as I find my eyes growing heavy.

I did that to him. Me.

Before I know it, I’m fast asleep.

Twenty-Six

Nico

* * *

She’s curled up on her side when I wake up. She’s facing away from me and I find myself staring at the curve of her spine. I want to reach out and touch it but I don’t.

I don’t want to disturb her. Let her sleep a while longer. If I wake her, while she’s naked, there’s a chance I won’t be able to resist her any longer.

The perfect window for fucking is coming up. I’m not going to waste it. Hell, I shouldn’t have let her give me a blowjob last night.

I’ve looked up so much data on pregnancy and fertility, I could probably write a book on it. I need three days of not coming to have the maximum chance of getting her pregnant. Her best shot is after the wedding and for twenty-four to forty-eight hours after that. I need to resist her until we’re hitched.

Not easy when she looks so good laid next to me. I can already feel my hand snaking toward her. I want her so badly, it’s like a pain inside me.

I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. Not once in my life have I wanted them to hang around the next morning. That’s not my style. Never has been. So why do I feel so different around her?


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