Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I reach forward, taking her tits in my hands, rubbing and kneading them until Eva begins to shake and I feel her tighten around me.
Half of me frantically wishes for release, but the rest is not ready to let go yet. When I pull out, Eva’s cries turn to outrage. She flips over to glare at me, her eyes on fire and clouded with lust.
“What the fuck?” she demands, and her eyes follow me down to the couch.
“Ride me.”
It’s an order, but Eva doesn’t resist. She eagerly straddles my lap and sinks down. But instead of sitting all the way, she teases the head of my dick. I can’t help it, the feeling is overwhelming, and I let my head fall back as I moan.
“Fuck.” I draw the word out, reveling in the feel of her warm, wet folds teasing me until my cock is painfully ready to burst.
But I’m only going to come when her wet pussy is pulsing around me while she screams her release. That’s the only ending to this.
“Fuck me.” Another order.
Eva bends toward me, still teasing me, her fingers working at first the knot of my tie, then the buttons of my shirt. “I’m not done yet.”
“I said,” I growl, grabbing her hair in one hand and yanking. “Fuck me.”
Eva gasps at the tingle in her scalp. I tug on the hair tie that keeps it in a messy bun, and her dark, heavy, wavy hair tumbles around her shoulders and down her back.
The sight of Eva on top of me, naked, her hair wild around her face, is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.
She pouts. “Fine.” The teasing light in her eyes stays. “Have it your way.”
And she sinks, taking me to the hilt, and we both cry out. My hands encircle her hips as she begins to rock.
Eva is incredible at working me up, and soon our cries of pleasure mingle in the air. Our sweat-slicked bodies slam together as my hips rise to meet hers, her nails raking down my chest, my hands gripping her hips for dear life.
I feel the moment her pussy constricts, squeezing me so that every nerve feels like it’s on fire, before she stiffens and screams, her back arching. It’s all the encouragement I need.
My orgasm hits like a bomb going off, and the world goes white for a moment. I only hear my bellow as an echo in my head.
When I come back to myself, waves of my climax still washing over me, Eva meets my eyes. She looks triumphant. Satisfied.
Then she collapses forward, and I can feel the still-wild beats of her heart against mine.
I don’t push her off to clean myself up and get on with my night. Instead, I remain where I am and wrap my arms around her, holding her against me.
She doesn’t pull away either. She settles, her body relaxing as though she’s right where she wants to be.
When I enter the kitchen the next morning, Eva is perched on a stool at the island. A plate of food sits uneaten in front of her, and her smile, when she sees me, is as tight as the worry lines around her eyes. Even her “good morning” is stilted.
“Dobroye utro.” Alona hands me my triple espresso and a furrowed look I don’t understand.
I answer my housekeeper with the same “good morning,” as we have since I was a child.
“I’ll be out all day today,” I tell them both. “No one in or out without my say-so. Do you understand?”
Alona likes to pretend she doesn’t understand English, but she nods with a scowl when I eye her.
Eva nods too, but I catch a quiver at her mouth and a suspicious shine in her eyes. I ignore it and turn toward my office, lifting the cup to my lips.
I don’t want to know. I don’t want to care. I try to tell myself that Eva and I are only enjoying one another’s bodies. That’s all.
Except, despite myself, I stop, turn back, and pin her with a stare.
Reading my intentions, Eva swipes the back of her hand across her eyes and sniffs. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
Was she expecting me to ask her to stay? To come back to my room for the night?
She notices I’m still looking at her and adds, “Really, it’s not your problem. It’s mine.”
Behind Eva, Alona meets my eyes and tips her head down. I follow her gaze to the burner phone I gave Eva, clutched in her white-knuckled hands.
As we all stand there, her phone rings, piercing the silence. Eva looks down at it and sends it to voicemail, her cheeks red and her jaw clenched so tightly I can see the veins in her neck.
So it’s not about me.
“Tell me what’s going on.”
My look brooks no argument, and Eva finally gives up with a deep sigh that lifts her shoulders expressively.