Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Cool air pricks my skin. Self-consciousness tries to touch me. It’s been so long… but then I see that look in his eyes. He kneels at the edge of the bed, unclasps my bra, then groans loudly like he’s been waiting for this.
He has. He watched me.
With the lust burning through me, I can’t be mad. It makes me even hotter.
He sucks on my nipples, pushing my breasts together. I stare down at his steel-black hair, my heart pounding. My core is aching, ready for him.
He smooths his hand down and tugs at my underwear. Soon, I’m naked for him. He stands, staring at me, mouth open in awe.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Fuck. Look at you. Perfect.”
“Your turn,” I whisper.
He smirks. “You’re not in charge here, remember?”
A thrill runs through me at his words.
“Move up the bed,” he says, dark eyes fixed on me.
I wriggle up to the headboard, he picks up my bra and walks around the side of the bed. There’s something hot about the fact I’m undressed, and he’s not, as though he can do anything he wants.
“Arms up,” he says.
“Why?” I ask.
He leans down and sucks on one of my nipples again. At the same time, he slips his hand between my legs. He groans with excitement and desire. I’ve never felt so wanted.
His hand rubs up and down my core, smearing the wetness. My hips buck into action. I’m letting go, releasing control in a way I never have before. Sinking into this moment, into him, into us.
He pushes down on my clit with two fingers, massaging up and down and side to side. The heat is already building inside of me.
“Because I told you to,” he says huskily.
I raise my arms, and he gently wraps my bra around my wrists, fixing them to the bed railing. It’s for show though, for fun, an exquisite imitation of danger. I could pull free anytime I wanted.
But I don’t want to.
He moves to the end of the bed. Strokes his hand up and down the bulge in his pants.
“Maksim,” I moan, wriggling my legs together.
“I need to remember this,” he snarls. “Tattoo it onto my mind. You, so slick and ready, your thighs glimmering, those eyes desperate and needy.”
“Maksim,” I say, breathless now.
He waits just a moment longer, drawing out the anticipation until finally he tears at his clothes. Shrugs off his jacket, pulls at his shirt so that buttons pop. His body is huge, covered in hard lines and ridges. He yanks down his pants and underwear.
My mouth falls open when I see the size of him, thick and long with precome clinging to his tip.
He climbs onto the bed, on his front, his warm breath whispering over my sex, tickling my clit and entrance. His hands grip my thighs as he pushes them apart. He groans like he’s getting more pleasure from this than I am, his tongue sliding up and down, from my entrance to my clit and back again.
I writhe, my hands fixed above my head, staring down at his hulking body, all his attention fixed on me.
He reaches up, massaging my breasts with one hand, then moves his finger to my tunnel as he sucks and licks my clit. The heat has turned into an inferno, and I’m burning everywhere. Every nerve is bursting with the force of it.
“Oh, yes,” he growls.
“What?” I gasp.
“The way you’re grinding my face. You fucking need this.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimper.
I didn’t even realize I was doing it. Now that I do, I move even faster. He follows the motion of my hips. His mouth fixes on my clit, tongue swirling around, as his finger pushes inside me.
Then his tongue becomes even more insistent. My head falls back and my eyes shut. I see red, hot pleasure. His groans are what push me higher and higher, how content he sounds, as if he never knew women like me existed. I feel special, needed.
Then—
He slips another finger inside me as the orgasm tightens my belly and my toes curl. His tongue flickers hotly against my clit, fast, urgent. I can’t feel anything other than the boiling pleasure. Euphoria expands until it’s all I know.
As the orgasm rolls and lengthens, there are no complications. It doesn’t matter who he is. It doesn’t matter what he’s done.
He climbs up my body once it’s over, holding himself up and staring down at me. He’s got a proud smirk on his glimmering lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you come,” he snarls.
He grips himself, holding himself up with one hand, while the other smooths his tip up and down my clit. He hovers near my entrance, almost pushing in, then moves away.
“Don’t tease me,” I moan.
“Are you forgetting who’s in charge?”
A flurry of confidence courses through me. I pull one hand loose from my bra and slide it between our bodies. When I wrap my hand around him, his nostrils flare and his teeth grit.