Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
He hooked his finger, found that secret spot and circled. My head went back and my boot heels danced on the bed. The pleasure swelled and surged up through me, filling me. “Oh God,” I panted. I was going to come, at the hands of this big, gorgeous brute, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The thought was scary…and darkly exciting. “Chyort! B’lyad, b’lyad!”
He didn’t understand what I was saying but he could understand the noises I was making. He started brushing his thumb lightly over my clit in unpredictable little swipes, each one carrying me higher. “God!” I panted.
He leaned down until his lips almost brushed my ear. “Come for me, Tanya.”
His country accent was exactly the rough friction I needed to send me over the edge. The pleasure spiked and exploded, stealing my breath and making every muscle tense. The orgasm rolled through me in long, shuddering waves and I felt myself spasm and flutter around his finger. Then I flopped on the bed, panting and red-faced. What did I just do, I wondered. I never let my guard down like that with anyone, never exposed myself, never let them see me…vulnerable. But with him, I had.
And it felt really, really good.
Colton was kneeling over me, my wrists still held in one hand. He reached down and started to unfasten his belt.
The ball of energy inside me, which had barely slowed, sped up again, ricocheting around inside me. I watched as Colton’s belt buckle opened and he started to pop the button on his jeans—
“Fuck,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“I don’t bring condoms on missions. I’m not Danny!”
“In my purse,’ I said quickly. “Side compartment.”
One-handed, he retrieved my purse from the floor, dug in it and retrieved a condom. He shoved his jeans down his thighs and—God, his cock reared up, hanging over me, hypnotic. He was even bigger than I remembered, and a pulse of dark heat throbbed down to my groin.
He looked at my near-naked body and then down at his cock. He stroked himself and I stared at the rock-hard shaft and satiny-smooth head. Chyort!
Then he looked at the condom and scowled. “You really were ready to sleep with Konstantin.”
I nodded dumbly and his scowl deepened. This was about more than him protecting my virtue. He was jealous.
I wasn’t ready for the way that made my stomach flip-flop. Not even Lev had wanted to keep me for himself. Spies are pragmatic. Colton was anything but. Old-fashioned and possessive and…
…and I realized I liked that. I’d just forgotten what it felt like, to have someone feel that way about me.
Colton kept his eyes locked on mine as he savagely ripped open the condom packet. This is mine, now. He rolled the condom down his cock, then positioned himself. And so are you.
He rammed himself into me and I drew in a strangled gasp as he stretched me, filled me. God, the size of him: I was just a gossamer sheet of pleasure wrapped tightly around him, feeling every vein. My feet came up off the bed, kicking in the air.
He leaned down low over me, bringing his face to within inches of mine, staring into my eyes. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t hurting me but there was only tight, silken pleasure. I panted up at him…and he pushed with his hips and sank deeper.
I groaned, rolling my hips and rubbing my inner thighs against his muscled legs, delighting in the rugged hardness of him. He growled, withdrew a little and then surged forward again, pressing me down into the bed. My toes danced inside my boots as I felt him go deeper, deeper…and then his balls kissed my body and I knew he was hilted inside me.
He stretched out, settling himself on top of me. The weight of him pinned me completely, and that sent another tremor shooting through my core. I’d been so focused on how good he felt inside me, I’d almost forgotten he was holding my wrists. But now I began pushing upwards, not just with my wrists but with my whole body, fighting him.
He didn’t move at all. His grip on my wrists was like iron and my body was like a toy beneath his. I was powerless, and the feeling of that unlocked something in my chest.
His hard ass rose and as his cock moved within me, pink pleasure flooded out from every sensitive inch he touched, light and intoxicating as champagne bubbles. Then, just as the gorgeous head was about to leave me, he slammed back into me and the pleasure compressed, becoming darker and hotter.
I arched my back and rolled my head on the pillow in ecstasy…and saw movement out of the corner of my eye. There was a huge, gilt-framed mirror across the room and I could see us fucking: my pale body stretched out beneath Colton’s big, brutish one, the light gleaming on the hard contours of his back as he thrust into me. I could see my legs, wantonly spread and softly kicking, still in knee boots and thigh-highs, and glimpses of the dark green garter belt and bra against my paleness. There was something about the combination of all my over-the-top finery and Colton fucking me like some big, tattooed beast that sent a ripple of dark heat down to my groin.