Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I buried myself deep and froze. She felt too fucking good. Fuck. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I slowly drew back and slammed into her again and again, giving her everything I had. Lina cried out my name as she tightened around me.
She arched her back and turned her head, and a slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and more unforgiving.
She was so damn hot, so tight like her body was made just for me.
I slowly withdrew as I asked, “You like having my cock inside you?”
“God, yes.”
As I increased my tempo and gave her all I had, her fingers clutched the sofa cushions as she shouted, “Sergei!”
There was something about hearing her call out my name that sent fire coursing through my body. I didn’t expect to feel like this for her. I didn’t think it was possible to burn for a woman like I burned for her. Hell, every fucking inch of me was consumed by my need for this woman.
It scared the hell out of me, but there was no way in hell I was ever letting her go.
Lina was mine. All mine.
Shifting her hips back, she met my every thrust, grinding her warm, wet heat against my cock. When I slammed against her, I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold. My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me. Her head fell back as she cried out, “Oh my God, Sergei! I’m coming!”
I fisted my hand in her long hair, giving it a gentle tug, as I thrust forward, driving inside her once again. She was so fucking hot, so tight, and it was all too much. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release. My fingers dug into her hips as I finally let go, coming inside her.
We both stilled, fighting to catch our breaths, and after several moments, our heartbeats began to slow. I slowly withdrew, and after I’d taken care of the condom, we both settled on the sofa. Lina reached for the blanket, then eased it over her before inching up next to me. “Is it always like this with you?”
“Like what?”
“Like a roller coaster that never slows down.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Oh, it’s not. It’s the farthest thing from it,” she scoffed. “Sex with you is incredible. Hot. Sexy. And tingly.”
“Tingly?”
“It’s a good thing. Trust me.” She let out a long, deep breath. “I’ve never had tingly before.”
I ran my fingers through her hair as I whispered, “I can’t make any promises, but I’ll do my best to keep tingly on the table.”
“That would be good. Very, very good.”
I chuckled, then eased the blanket back and got up. “I’m going to make us something to eat.”
Lina’s brows furrowed. “You’re going to cook?”
“I cook all the time,” I scoffed. “Or are you forgetting all the times I made you toast and eggs for breakfast?”
“So, you’re making us toast?” she teased.
“I was thinking of something more along the line of pancakes, but if toast is what you want…”
“Oh, pancakes sound amazing.”
“I thought so, too.” I pulled on my boxers, then started for the bedroom. “Just give me ten minutes.”
“Let me know if you need a hand.”
“I won’t.”
I slipped on some pajama pants and ran my fingers through my hair before making my way into the kitchen. After a quick glance in the pantry, I started gathering everything I needed to make Lina the best damn pancakes she’d ever had. I had to dig around for a bit to find the mix, but I found it and some syrup behind the soup cans. I might’ve had to read the directions a time or two, but after some trial and error, I managed to get the right consistency.
The first round hit the pan and immediately started to burn. I had it too hot, so I turned down the temp and flipped them, hoping for a miracle. No such luck. They were black on one side and gooey in the middle.
“Shit.”
I dumped them in the trash and tried again. The second batch wasn’t pretty, but they weren’t burnt to a crisp either. By the third, I’d found my rhythm, and I had a full stack by the time Lina came trailing into the kitchen. She was wearing my dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and buttons low, and she looked incredible.
When she saw the stack of pancakes, she smiled and sassed, “Wow. I’m impressed.”
“And to think you doubted me.”
“Never again.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
I made her a plate and even added butter and syrup before putting it in front of her. She grabbed her fork, and, after a big bite, she smiled and said, “Oh, my. These are really good.”