Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Christ, she's hot.
I slide two fingers into her, stroking against her G-spot while I eat her. She's so fucking wet, her juices soak my face. I pull her lower lips into my mouth, one and then the other, before pressing my thumb against her puckered asshole.
She gasps, squirming again when I push it inside her.
I work my thumb in and out of her ass as she writhes and gasps and whimpers. I want in there so fucking badly…but not tonight. Not when I can barely think straight. I'm too fucking big, and I don't want to hurt her.
"Please, please," she begs like she knows exactly what I'm thinking, exactly what I want.
She's close again, so fucking close to coming on my face. I pull her clit into my mouth and suck hard, stroking against her g-spot.
As soon as her inner walls begin to clench and flutter, I back off, pulling away. My thumb slips from her ass, and I damn near lose it at the sight of that tight ring of muscle slowly closing back up.
She sobs wordlessly. I press a kiss to each round cheek and then rise to my feet.
"I told you," I mutter, curling my body over hers. I reach around her and play with her tits, pinching and pulling her nipples. I drag my teeth up and down the side of her throat. "You don't get to come until I decide to let you." I press a kiss to the side of her throat and then force myself to stand up again, leaving her bent over the couch and panting.
I undress slowly, watching the way her body quivers and trembles, that sexy ass still in the air. With her heels on, she's at exactly the right height for me to slide inside her and fuck her from behind.
As soon as I'm naked, my clothes in a pile in the floor and my gun on the side table, I put a hand on her lower back.
She jumps, wobbling on her feet.
"Do you have any idea how good you look bent over the couch like this?" I step up behind her and grasp my cock, squeezing the head. "Do you know how sexy you look with that dress around your waist and your ass in the air?" I run my cock up and down her slit from behind, soaking myself with her juices.
"Roman," she whimpers, arching her back and tilting her hips, trying to get me inside her.
"You think I was mad at you, Mila? You think I didn't want you?" I bounce my dick against her clit. "I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor so everyone knew who you belonged to. You're mine, baby. This pussy belongs to me." I slam myself inside her.
She cries out, clawing at the couch as she rises on her tiptoes. I grab her by the shoulder to hold her down.
"Fuck. Take it," I groan, plowing into her so hard the head of my cock hits her cervix with every thrust. I'm so deep and she's so tight, I know I'm not going to last long like this. I release my hold on her hip to slap her ass, and then moan at the way the plump flesh bounces and jiggles against me.
"So goddamn sexy," I growl, pounding into her hard and fast. A light sheen of sweat breaks out on my body. I lean over her, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over her back. Even though the bruises where she fell down the stairs a few weeks ago have faded, I run my lips over every little spot as if they're still visible.
"Do. Not. Fucking. Come," I snap, kissing all the way up to her ear. I bite her lobe and smack her ass again. As soon as her muscles clamp down on me, I wrench myself away from her, my stomach clenching when I pull all the way out of her welcoming heat.
A keening, broken whimper escapes her lips, and I know she can't take much more of this. Part of me—that pissed off, territorial part—wants to keep tormenting her, keep bringing her to the brink and then yanking her back until she begs me to let her come. But every other part wants to feel her coming on me. I fucking need it.
"Easy, baby," I murmur, helping stand her up. Her legs shake as I sweep her up into my arms.
She curls into me, clinging as I carry her up the stairs toward the bedroom. Her head lolls against my shoulder, her breath still coming in little whimpers and pants. She can't stay still.
When I lay her on the bed, her eyes flutter open. I hiss at the look on her face. She's so high on me, her eyes are dark and dazed. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and her brow is sweaty. She's whimpering, my name whispering from her lips in little puffs of sound. There's something beautiful about seeing her so desperate for me.