Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I am near mindless with need after a handful of grinds. The tension is blinding, and the friction can’t be matched. My panties slick with wetness as goose bumps race across my skin, but the best is still to come. I just need him closer to the edge so I can force him over it with me.
“Christ, Emmy,” Mikhail hisses between his teeth when my wetness is evident even through layers of clothes. “You make me so hard it almost hurts.”
The need in his tone sets off an avalanche of touches and moans. We make out like teenagers in their parents’ borrowed car, and I love every minute of it.
My vision blurs, my eyes losing their focus, as Mikhail’s deliriously handsome face becomes ravaged with desire. His teeth graze his lower lip as sweat dots his temples, but our pace never diminishes. We’re wild with desire and almost clawing at each other.
Over the next several minutes, we move in sync, dry humping with our clothes on. My pussy aimlessly seeks something to cling to as signs of a blinding orgasm race for the finish line. Every grind, thrust, and moan brings me closer and closer to the edge.
I’m there, on the cusp of riding the wave cresting in my stomach, but it is scary being in the clouds and having nothing to cling to.
“Keep going,” Mikhail begs when the power of my impending climax startles me. It feels intense, like it will be the strongest I’ll ever have, and he hasn’t even removed his dick from his pants yet. “Just like that. Good girl. You’re going to make me come so hard… in my fucking pants.” He locks his eyes with mine, and the love in them places me an inch from the finish line. “But you like that, don’t you, Ember? You love having the ability to make your husband come in his pants.” I nod, unashamed, and it makes him smile. “Then do it, wife. Make me come.”
I thrash against him as an orgasm pulses through me. My core cramps violently as my limbs shake, and Mikhail watches every shudder with beady, lust-filled eyes.
His cock thickens further, but that is the only sign of the excitement roaring through him. There’s no stain on the front of his jeans, no scent of his release, because his wife reference sent me freefalling over the edge before I could force him to join me.
Needing him to feel the connection, I maintain eye contact while brushing my mouth against his. Spasms dart through me when I trek my tongue across his top lip before piercing it between them. I kiss him with everything I have, doubling the rock of his hips.
He spreads my thighs wide as he uses my body and my kiss to find his release. His pace quickens, and after several slamming thrusts, he climaxes with a hiss. I swallow his groan when he growls into my mouth. His orgasm is as raw and emotionally moving as his kisses will forever make me feel.
Chapter 36
Mikhail
As I enter the living room of my luxury penthouse, I adjust the cuffs of my tuxedo. The fabric feels cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth that seeped into my trousers earlier today.
After handing me the Pants Jizzer title for the second time in a week, Emerson and I took our antics into the back seat. The confines were tight, but it made our make-out session the steamiest it’s ever been.
I’m hard again now recalling how Emerson worked my cock in and out of her mouth while kneeling on the driver’s seat, and the moans she released when I spilled my load down her throat. How she took control while riding me from above in the back seat and how she didn’t push me away when my hunger to taste her again didn’t have me caring about our combined flavors.
We christened our new car appropriately for newlyweds, and I plan to do the same tonight while we’re chauffeured to my father’s gala in a stretch limousine.
Emerson is sitting on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. She’s engrossed in the user manual that came with the electrostatic precipitator being installed in her mother’s pub next weekend.
She wants to learn how the precipitator will help lessen the chance of bar workers facing the horrifying disease her mother is enduring, but also a way to make it cheaper so the lesser-known establishments aren’t disadvantaged.
Sensing my presence, she says, “The setup seems pretty simple.” She doesn’t look up. “It is more about the unit not recycling the air circulating throughout the establishment and filtering it instead.” She looks up, her eyes widening in confusion when she notices my swanky threads. “Budgeting hacks get you that worked up, Marshmallow Man?”
I roll my eyes like I hate how close she has become with Zoya the past few days, before entering the den further. Emerson looks smoking hot with flushed cheeks, mangled hair from giving me the best head of my life, and chapped lips, but since I need to be on my game tonight with members of my family in attendance, I think it is best that she changes.