Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Like this?” He does as I ask, taking over control, hands instantly clamping on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin with a bruising, desperate grip. Even being on the bottom, his power is undeniable. He takes over, his hips lifting, driving up into me with a steady, undeniable force that has me gripping his shoulders for dear life.
“Exactly like that.” My eyes start to close.
“Look at me,” Vik demands, his voice a gravelly whisper. I force my eyes open. He’s staring up at me; his features are contorted with a mix of intense pleasure and fierce possessiveness. I begin to move with him, riding him, sliding up and down his thick and long shaft in a soft, passionate flow that gradually grows faster and more urgent.
“Vik,” I mutter his name. The wet friction-filled sounds of bodies colliding echoes in the massive, quiet office. “So close.” The familiar, tight coil of tension begins to unwrap in my lower abdomen. My pussy flutters, and the spike of pleasure is something else. I arch my back, the ends of my hair dragging across the tops of his thighs, and his thumb presses down on my clit, prolonging the sensation with each and every thrust.
“Not yet,” Vik says with a rugged pant.
“Vik, no, please,” I cry out, trying to force myself back down on his cock. “I’m right there.”
“I know, beautiful, I know. Hold on,” he mutters, his voice straining past the limit. With a surge of effortless strength that leave me breathless, he lifts me off him entirely. A whimper leaves my lips at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but before I can voice it, he spins me around on his lap. In one swift motion, he shifts us, placing me in a reverse cowgirl position.
“Oh my god.” He presses his heavy palm firmly against my upper back, guiding me forward. I instinctively reach out, my hands finding purchase on the cool, smooth wood of the massive coffee table in front of us. I grip the edges, my arms extended, my chest lowered, naturally tipping my pussy back and up, exposing me completely. I can feel him behind me, his hot, heavy breath fanning against my back, and he doesn’t wait. Vik drives back into me from behind in one powerful, unrestrained plunge.
“Fuck,” a loud, broken sob tears from my lips as he bottoms out inside me. The angle is entirely different—deeper, harder, and mercilessly precise.
“Going to make you come for me so hard, you’ll drip all over you, all over me, all over the furniture, and all over the floor.” I know what that means. Vik loves nothing more than to make me a mess. I begin working right along with him, pushing my hips back to meet every single one of his heavy, pounding thrusts, using the table to push off, demanding even more.
“I love watching you.” He lets out a dark, primal growl, his hand resting on my lower back, his thumb tracing the dimples there. “I love taking you with your stomach full of our child right in front of me, but this view from behind…” he rasps, his voice vibrating against my spine as he continues to tunnel in and out of my tight, wet heat. “Watching my dick stretch you, Romy. Seeing this…” He pauses, delivering a slow, deep stroke that makes my elbows buckle slightly. He reaches his hand down between our bodies, his fingers finding the slickness from my center on his cock. I know where this is heading and I’m more than excited. He slides his thumb up, rubbing it firmly over the fleshy, forbidden entrance just above where we’re joined.
“Vik,” I whimper, my head dropping as my body begins to shake. He gathers more of my wetness on his finger, and with a sudden, firm pressure, he presses his thumb inside my ass. The dual sensation is a total cataclysm; the fullness of his dick combined with the intense feeling of his thumb stretching me shatters my remaining restraint. My walls convulse violently, clamping down around his length in a fierce grip as I come apart. “Vik!” My cry is high, piercing the office as my orgasm rips through my body. It’s wet, it’s hot, and I swear the hair on my head tingles with how hard I come. He delivers three more punishing pumps of his hips, burying himself as deep as possible inside me.
“I love you,” he grunts, the words raw, guttural, and completely Vik as he coats my pussy with his release. His upper body collapses against me, holding me tightly against him. It’s not until he pulls me back, his hand dipping between my thighs, thumb sliding slow, smooth circles on my clit, that he says, “Knew I’d make you squirt. Ready to go again?” I laugh.
“I love you, too, and I’m ready whenever you are.” Because one thing is for certain: Vik is as insatiable as I am these days.