Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Come on,” I lean in and whisper the words against his lips.
He doesn’t let me pull back, instead snapping his free hand up to the back of my neck to hold me in place while he takes my mouth. Fucking hell. He kisses like he does everything else. Full tilt and then some. His teeth scrape against mine, his tongue tangling, and his hand flexing so his fingers dig into my scalp. Heat pours through me as I straddle his cock right where I want it, lighting up my nerve endings even though two pieces of fabric separate our bare skin.
He rocks up into me with each tiny tilt I give him back, making me feel powerful to have this man under me. I doubt he’ll let me stay this way for long, so I’ll savor it while I have the chance.
When he pulls his mouth from mine, it’s swollen and wet. I can’t help but stare at his lips and imagine what they will feel like in other places.
Like he can read my mind, he pulls my face into his shoulder and trails his mouth down the curve of my neck to leave a bite. Pain and pleasure zip through me at once, and I wiggle in his grasp, needing less and more at the same time.
I realize he’s stopped moving, so I lift my face, and he allows it, giving me space in his grip. “What’s wrong?”
“Reach down and pull my underwear off. Then yours.”
I can’t help but glance down between us. Where he’s hard between my thighs, and I’ve left a little wet spot on him. I don’t have the modesty to be embarrassed anymore.
I wiggle back onto his muscular thighs, grab his underwear, and tug them off his legs. Then I stand and let him get a good look while I remove the clothing I’m wearing too. When I’m completely naked, I climb back across his lap, and he cups his arm around the back of my waist.
He stares down at my breasts, my nipples already tight. “Perfect.”
While he looks at me, I get a good look at him. He’s long and thick. Bigger than I usually like, but I bet every inch will feel good inside me. He’s thicker at the head and tapers down the shaft.
When I try to grab him, he stops my hand before I can touch. “Don’t. Use your mouth.”
Some women hate giving head, but I love it. Even when they are rough and brutal. There’s a power in it that so many people don’t see for themselves.
I wiggle down his legs again so my ass is almost resting on his knees. This puts me at eye level with this cock, and I lick my lips. Before he can change his mind, I pull my hair to my right shoulder, drop down, and suck the already beading tip of him into my mouth.
His hips jerk up as he hisses out a breath. “Easy, Malyshka.”
I start slow, using my left hand to chase my mouth with every pass as I slowly work him faster and faster. He raises his hips to meet me until he’s so deep in my throat I gag.
He grabs the top of my hair in a tight fist. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
The sting on my scalp only makes me wetter as he raises his hips to fuck into my mouth harder and harder. Tears pour down my cheeks, but I fucking love it. The salty taste of him, the way he’s losing his mind for me. All for me.
When it seems like he’s about to come, he eases off and loosens his hold. I’m about to take him deeper, pull him into it before he can stop me, but he grabs my chin hard and yanks me up. “Not until I say. You don’t decide when I come, or even when you come. Not until I say you can.”
I swallow and nod, my mouth aching from the abuse.
“Now, I’ll give you a little reward. Stand up and put that pretty cunt right in my face.”
My mouth flops open, and I’m about to protest. Still, he slaps my ass hard enough to make it sting, so I hop to my feet, and he doesn’t even let me get my balance before his hand is around my thigh and his tongue is swiping across my clit.
“Fucking hell,” I stammer and catch my hands on the wall above him.
He hums against my skin, sending a shock wave of sensation through me. “Spread your legs wider. I want to fuck you with my tongue.”
I brace my hands and spread my feet. One hits the side of the bathtub, but the other can get a bit farther, giving him enough room to do what he wants.
He uses his free head, cutting through my wet flesh with his fingers and slipping two fingers deep. “So fucking wet. You taste like heaven,” he whispers against my skin, and I squeeze my eyes closed, already fighting the urge to soak him with my cum.