Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to make love to you or fuck you?” Her little gasp was the same, even after five centuries. “Tell me, fată frumoasă a mea.” My beautiful girl.
She shifted on the bed, and her perfect breasts shook slightly. “Voiesc să mi-l dai tare și iute, cum mi-l dădeai altădată.” I want you to give it to me hard and fast, as you once did.
My cock twitched at the sound of my wife speaking our native tongue. It flowed so naturally, so fluidly, I shut my eyes as every muscle in my body tightened in response.
Her cheeks turned redder. If she wanted to remember and feel how it used to be between us, I’d give it to her rough and hard.
“You make my cock throb hearing you ask for it that way. And smelling that sweet pussy all primed and slick tells me I won’t last once I’m buried deep inside of you.”
She moaned softly. “Ivan… I want you to fuck me.”
I hummed at how fucking good it felt to hear her say those filthy words. “You see how hard you make my cock?” My heart slammed in my chest at the thought of her surrendering to me completely. I shifted back slightly so I could kneel beside her, and wrapped my hand around my length, aching to be inside her. Clara gave a sweet, broken little sound that nearly undid me. “You see what you do to me? You’ve got me so fucking turned on I could spill before I’m even buried in your tight, perfect body.”
She fisted the sheets, muscles taut, her body straining with need. Her gaze locked on my cock, teeth sinking into her bottom lip until it blanched under the pressure.
“Do you want my mouth between your thighs again? Want me to lick your tight little pussy until you’re begging? Do you want my fangs in your skin? My tongue lapping up every drop of blood?”
Her strangled cry split the air as she spread wider, baring her pussy fully to me. The heady sweetness of her arousal hit like a drug, leaving me undone.
“Ivan… yes. I want you.” Her voice was low, thick with heat, and I was on the bed in the next heartbeat.
Clara was as desperate for me as I was for her. I yanked her body flush against mine, one hand wrapping her throat as I crushed my mouth to hers. She molded to me perfectly, nails digging deep enough I prayed she broke skin, that she marked me with blood.
I devoured her mouth—licking, sucking, letting my fangs drag across her lip before pulling back, hungry for the sight of her. My hand slid from her throat to her jaw, thumb smearing across her bottom lip, tugging it down. I pressed the pad inside, making her suck me deep, her heat and obedience feeding the predator in me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” I rasped, leaning in to lick at her open mouth, dragging my tongue across her lips before plunging inside. I devoured her, lapping every inch of that wet heat while her moans fed the fire in me.
As I fucked her mouth slow and deep with my tongue, my free hand slid down, thrusting between her thighs. Slickness coated my fingers instantly, her body drenched and eager. My cock throbbed, the need to spill clawing at me.
“So wet for me. So ready for your husband.”
Her cry split the air, legs spreading wider, giving me every inch of her. I pressed closer, wedging myself against her heat. Clara moaned, dragged her tongue over the edge of my fang, and pressed until it sliced. The sweet coppery fluid flooded my mouth, and I nearly lost myself in her taste.
I teased her clit with my finger, rolling it before crushing my mouth back to hers. I kissed her deeply, thoroughly, keeping my hand on her jaw, forcing her mouth open as I fucked her with lips and tongue. She didn’t resist. She surrendered. My perfect woman gave me all the control.
A growl rumbled out of me as I shoved a finger into her tight pussy, her walls clenching greedily around me. I thrust in and out, savoring her gasps, then ripped myself from her mouth and pulled my hand free.
Her eyes opened, dazed, locked on mine as I raised my slick fingers to my lips. I dragged my tongue over them slowly, licking every drop of her arousal, savoring it like a sacrament.
I shoved my finger between her lips, fucking her mouth with it, her warm tongue a tight suction. “Taste yourself, Clara. You taste like perfection, don’t you?”
Her moan vibrated against my skin as she sucked greedily, and my stone-like cock jerked between us. I pulled my finger free, slick with her essence, and dragged my tongue over every drop, savoring it with a groan. “I’ve missed this, sweet girl.”