Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I grip my cock and rub it across her cunt. “Feel how wet you are?”
I kiss her with bruising force, my teeth scraping her lips. She moans into my mouth. I suck her lower lip as I pull away.
“And because I wanted to. It’s for my pleasure and yours.” I lean my forehead against hers. As our breath mingles, I work the head of my cock into her entrance. “You want to ride my cock tonight?”
One last chance for her to refuse. I know she’s not going to, but I want her to understand it’s her choice. I may be dominant, but it’s always consensual.
She reaches for my waist and pulls my hips toward her.
“Say it,” I demand even as I press forward, parting her to take me.
“Da.”
I might have to learn to dirty talk in Russian for my bride. I’m better listening and reading it than speaking, and I obviously never picked up sex talk from my dad. I make a mental note to watch some Russian porn.
I ease slowly into her. She’s sopping wet, but her channel is tight, and my dick is big. I don’t want to hurt her. As I push in, inch by inch, my palms rove over her body–along her sides, across her breasts, down her back to grip her ass.
I trace my middle finger down her crack and press against her anus when I fill her to the hilt.
Her nails score my shoulders as she cries out.
“That’s right, malyshka. Take your husband’s cock.”
Lara
This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life.
This is so…beyond.
Beyond anything I even imagined.
If you asked me before, I wouldn’t have said I liked or wanted any of this. The dirty talk, the rough treatment, the spanking. The dominant mastery.
But my body responds to Baron’s every word. Every look. Every touch. My body craves everything he has to give. I’m dying for it.
I lean my shoulders and head back against the tile and press my hips up and forward to take him deeper. He’s big–both in girth and length, and he fills me beyond what I would’ve thought possible.
Thank God he’s going slowly.
But I’m starting to trust him. Even when he’s rough, he seems very aware of what he’s doing. He didn’t bang my head against the tile. He spun me fast, then went slow for the press. And the spankings don’t really hurt. Just a momentary sting.
He holds my knee up now, pushing into me as one of his fingers presses against my back hole.
It’s crazy. Insane. So much sensation at once. The nudity. The water. The passionate kisses. The titillation of all my erogenous zones at alternating times and intensities.
I’ve been with a few guys before. Three, to be exact. Nothing felt like this. Our encounters were lights-off, under the covers explorations. There was no dirty-talk. No devious commands. No praise. Certainly no punishments or rewards.
I’m intoxicated by it all–every nerve ending attuned to Baron. I moan, needy for more.
He continues to penetrate me with his thick cock, in and out, plowing deep. I tip my pelvis up to meet his thrusts, rubbing my clit against his loins, taking him deeper.
“Good girl.” He claims my mouth again in a jerky kiss. “Good fucking girl.” His tongue plunges in between my lips at the same time he thrusts into me.
“Baron!” I cry out. “Benjamin.”
His chuckle is a deep, satisfied rumble, like he enjoys hearing me call out his name.
I get dizzy–the warm water combined with hot sex makes spots appear before my eyes. “It’s too much,” I gasp.
He shoves in, spearing me with his erection and lengthening his knees, so I’m lifted on my tiptoes by his cock.
I hang there against the wall, spread open to him and desperate.
His hands brace beside my head as we pant together.
“Too hot, printsessa?”
I nod, my head wobbling on my neck.
He looks down between our bellies where we’re joined. “You’re going to come for me, malysh. And then I’m going to carry you to our bed where I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Understand?”
His words make me moan.
He reaches down between our bodies, sliding his finger into the apex of my folds and rubs.
I jerk, crying out with the jolt of sensation that zings straight from my clit to my pussy. I squeeze around him, muscles spasming in another orgasm.
He’s incredible. I’ve never known such pleasure. Never had more than one orgasm in the same night.
I open my eyes when he gently lowers me to my feet and eases out of me. I’m still light-headed, and now my legs won’t hold me up.
“Come here.” He wraps his arm around me and pulls me under the spray of water, turning the heat down, so it’s cooler. Still holding me up, he pops open the top of my shampoo bottle and squirts a large dollop in his palm.