Empire of Lust (Torrio Empire #1) Read Online J.L. Beck

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Mafia, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Torrio Empire Series by J.L. Beck
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
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And it’s enough to turn my desire into something closer to anger as I stand and pull my rock-hard cock free from my trunks. I angle myself enough to give the girl hiding in the shadows a show. I know she’s wondered about my size so many times. Is it as big as she imagined? As thick?

Yes, sweet, innocent Bianca. My cock is big enough to split you in two.

Fisting myself, I roughly stroke my thick cock and tug Chelsea upright until she’s sitting at the edge of the chair, her face level with my crotch.

“It’s your turn to make me come,” I mutter to her while really speaking to Bianca, since my gaze is still trained on the kitchen.

How fucked up is it that while I’m presently getting pleasure from someone else, all I can see is Bianca? What a naughty girl. I imagine her tight pussy quivering all over her hand. I wonder if she’s a squirter. If she could take my entire length at once, or if she would beg me to go nice and slow, the fear of me fucking her hard enough to hurt, keeping her on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain.

I watch her intently. She’s still there, hiding. Safe and protected by the dark. She hasn’t moved except to withdraw her hand from between her legs. What I wouldn’t give to lick her fingers clean before shoving my tongue up into her cunt, drinking up every drop of her release. I bet she tastes like honey, and I’m fucking starving.

“Mm, yeah,” Chelsea agrees before I cut her off, shoving my entire length past her glossy lips and deep into her throat. I’m not a selfish lover. I give, but I want the same pleasure when I receive. Chelsea lets out a choked groan, but it barely meets my ears. I’m too consumed by the sensation and the unbearable connection to the walking temptation still watching me.

Is this how you’d like it? Fuck. It’s not the woman sucking me that has me harder than I’ve been in my life. It’s the one in the shadows, the shy, timid one. Growling, I take Chelsea’s head in my hands, controlling every aspect of the experience. Holding her in place, I thrust my hips into her; the head of my cock hits the back of her throat, drawing soft cries of dismay the faster I fuck her face.

In my mind, it’s Bianca’s face I’m fucking. Bianca’s pussy I still smell, thanks to the juices drying on my lips. For the first time, I’m giving in to the fantasy, allowing myself to visualize every aspect of the temptation that’s tormented me for years.

I imagine her body still quivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, her nipples peaked, her pussy slick and ready. How much does she wish she was in this chair, choking on my cock? Fuck. My balls tighten. The pleasure builds at the bottom of my spine. It’s rare that I’m so amped up that I’m ready to explode within minutes, but I’ve never experienced something like this.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” I praise, but it’s Bianca I’m speaking to. “Suck me hard and deep.”

I press against Chelsea’s face. My balls rest on her chin, and I hold myself there, relishing in her struggle for control. After a moment, I show mercy and pull back, giving her a chance to catch her breath, all the while keeping my gaze on Bianca’s. Those sweet, innocent blue eyes peer back at me. I want to see them fill with tears. I want to see her cheeks hollow, her lips swollen and wrapped around my cock while drool and cum dribble down her chin. The swirling thoughts are enough to push me over the edge.

I pull out of Chelsea’s wet mouth with a pop and take my cock into my hand, stroking myself faster. “Fuck, open your mouth and stick your tongue out. I’m going to come on your face.” It’s not a question but a demand.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bianca, the dirty little girl, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. That’s what tips me over the edge. What sends a final surge of pressure through my balls and leaves me exploding. The muscles in my stomach tense, and my toes curl into the concrete under my feet. All I can see in my mind is Bianca. Innocent. Sweet. Her pretty face painted in my cum. God. I’m going to corrupt her so fucking good.

“Fuuuuuck,” I roar, as ropes of cum shoot from the tip, splashing across the face of the woman before me. Every drop of fluid belongs to the angelic creature in the kitchen, who unwittingly has revealed her true nature.

“Mmm…” The moaning near my knees pulls my attention away from Bianca. I would’ve forgotten about the blonde in front of me if it hadn’t been for the sound she just made. I came seconds ago, and my usual response sits on the tip of my tongue.



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