Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Her chest rises with an intake of breath. My fingers trace the outline of her beautiful face as I stare down at her. The weight on my chest lifts just having her beneath me. When I saw her standing there, I realized how dead I was inside without her. “I’ll kill them all for you, Malishka. I’ll kill anyone who’s hurt you.”
She doesn’t respond. Her hands tug at my shirt, raising it above my waist, and her fiery touch is a brand on my bare skin. The edge of her nails digs into my skin, making me moan. “You want to mark me, darling?”
“Yes,” she pants.
I shrug off my jacket and allow her shaky hands to work the buttons of my shirt. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
“I’m so fuckin’ tired,” she whispers.
I take her lips with mine, savoring her flavor, melding into her. That’s the thing about Samira. She’s always consumed me. I never thought of us as two separate people, just two sides of the same coin. Because Samira is the beat of my heart.
I pull her body to mine, desperate to get closer as my hand moves down to the apex of her thighs. My fingers move through her pussy until my finger finds her clit. I move in a rhythm with her as my finger keeps pace on her nub. Samira’s breathing speeds up, her hips rising off the mattress. The pain of her nails scraping along my back sends a jolt directly to my cock.
“You want to come, darling?”
“Yes, please. Please make me come, Max.”
I pull out of her.
“What are you doing? No, I was close,” protests with a whimper.
I push her down on the mattress, holding her in place with my strength. Her skin is like sin and salvation on my lips as I kiss between her breasts, down to her stomach.
“What are you doing, Maxim?”
“I know it’s been ten years, but there’s no way I’m not having your cum on my tongue.”
My tongue flicks on her clit before I lick up and down her slit. Fuck, she’s so damn sweet. “Still the best thing I’ve ever tasted, Malishka. So fuckin’ pink and perfect.”
My fingers spread her cunt wide, and I eat her out like a man starving. She fists my hair, pushing my head down on her pussy. I press the tip of my tongue to her clit, and I lick the spot that makes her go crazy. I want to savor her, but I also want to get her the hell out of here. All these men can look at her, but she’ll only ever be mine.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers.
I keep the pressure on her clit. Her hips rise and she wraps her long legs around my neck, keeping me in place. My girl knows how to get her pleasure and makes no apologies about it. That part of Malishka hasn’t changed. I slide two fingers into her pussy, twisting them back and forth as I use my other hand pushing down on her lower abdomen.
“Max. Oh, Max.”
Hearing my name on her lips is enough to make me come. I keep my movements steady as she bucks and writhes underneath me and screams her orgasm into the air.
I take my fingers out of her pussy and let her body calm down from the seductive, small shakes of her orgasm. “Open your mouth.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Be a good girl and clean off my fingers.”
Samira parts her lips, and I slip my fingers inside her mouth. Her tongue moves along my fingers as her lips suction them. She moans and her eyes flutter shut as she works my fingers just like she worked my cock.
“Such a perfect slut. I pull my fingers out of her mouth and move my body, straddling her neck. She winces as I slap my hard cock on her cheek. “Say ahhh.”
She wraps her lips around my cock, and I push down on her, reaching the back of her throat. I thrust into her mouth, holding her head in place until I explode.
“Don’t waste any of it,” I order.
She sputters, trying to swallow my cum, and a few drops slide from the side of her mouth, landing on the floor. I dip my finger in the liquid and bring it to her lips. “All of it, darling. You’re gonna eat it all up like the perfect whore you are.”
She licks the cum off my fingers and the bar bursts into cheers.
I grab my suit jacket and drape it on Samira.
Her lips turn up into a smug smile. “It’s a little late to worry about my modesty, isn’t it? How are you ever going to live knowing that all these men saw my naked body?”
“They’ll be dead soon enough.”
“What?” Samira shrieks.
“You didn’t think I’d lick my wounds and have it be done with?”