Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
It’s spontaneous, this raw need for each other.
It’s perfect how she craves me.
It’s natural when she clings to me and doesn’t protest as I carry her to my bedroom. The gown hangs in the closet, but there’s no time to show her yet. As eager as I am to fuck her, I can’t let her forget about tonight’s plans.
“We’ll make it quick,” I tell her in a ragged growl as we tear at each other’s clothes. If I don’t have my mouth on her breast in the next second, I’ll go insane.
“Uh-huh,” she agrees, gasping as I finger her. She’s soaked, dripping for me, fumbling with our clothes.
“Because you are coming—”
“Any second,” she admits in a rush.
I smile, thrusting into her hand once she’s finally pushed my pants down.
“You are attending that ball with me.”
She moans, stroking me as I tug her bra off. “I don’t have…a…dress…”
I turn her, reveling in the sight of her naked body against mine. A full-length mirror stands before us. She’s bare, her back pressed to my chest as I stand behind her. Every deep breath grinds my cock against her ass. Every choppy pant she sucks in makes her full breasts jiggle.
I keep my hand between her legs, two of my fingers curled to sink into her pussy.
“You do.” I kiss her neck as I use my free hand to grip her chin. I direct her to turn her head and see the silver gown hanging in the closet. It’s the first I’m seeing it. But I already know that I will enjoy seeing it off her again. I’ll relish taking it off her after this night is over.
While she furrows her brow at the gown, I dip low to line myself up with her wet heat. Then I stand fully again and thrust all the way inside. One smooth, hard slide into her tight passage.
“Ah!” She cries out, arching so she pushes her ass toward me.
I don’t waste a second to urge her along.
She lifts her ass, meeting me thrust for thrust as I pound into her from behind. Her gaze locks on mine through the reflection in the mirror. But it’s the way she puts her hand over mine that trips me up the most.
She’s not waiting for me to dictate how it’ll go. She guides my hand under hers to cup her breast. Then she draws my other hand lower, showing me she wants me to rub her clit as I fuck her.
I don’t last. I can’t. All I can be thankful for is that she gives up and comes first. Just before I lose the last thread of control and shoot deep into her, she bucks back at me and gasps.
“Anton! Fuck. Fuck!” She squeezes me. The slippery walls of her pussy clench my cock. Those first flutters of her inner muscles push me to come with her. She’s a trembling, shivering mess, but I don’t let her fall. As she curls forward, I pull her back up against my chest as I plunge in as deep as I can go, needing every second of this bliss that I can have right now.
“You can’t seriously expect me to be ready for any fancy party that fast.”
I smile, slipping out of her and picking her up. She squeals slightly but holds on.
“I do, actually.” I show her how as I carry her into the shower and clean us up together. Then afterward, as she stresses that she doesn’t have any makeup, I dry her off and admire how flushed she is.
“You look perfect.” I cup her face and kiss her deeply.
She rolls her eyes, but it’s a playful reaction. I do wish I could convince her that I mean it. She doesn’t need makeup to look gorgeous.
I lead her back out toward the dress, smiling when she traces her finger down the smooth fabric.
“I don’t have a bra or panties.”
“You won’t need them,” I tell her as I step back to start getting dressed.
She frowns at me, perhaps skeptical about going anywhere like that, but to my pleasure and extreme delight, she doesn’t argue.
“Or shoes,” she says once she’s slipped the gown over her and is smoothing it into place over her curves. It fits her like a second skin, and I swallow back a growl of desire at how her breasts are pushed up without her looking too revealing.
“Over there.” I point at where Viktor put several pairs out for her to choose from.
She shakes her head, muttering under her breath about how it must be nice to want for nothing.
I button my shirt up, mulling over her words.
To want for nothing.
She gets it.
She can appreciate things in life, never expecting them, and that’s the true beauty that ensnares me.
Roman wants everything.
Yet, he lost her.
Tonight, he’ll see precisely how he lost her to me.