Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Yuki pulls the fabric over her shoulders, and I murmur, “Slower.”
As the fabric glides over her skin and slips lower to reveal her bra to me, I move to the nearest couch and sit down.
The dress falls and pools at Yuki’s feet as she steps out of her shoes, then she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. I can feel my pupils dilating as my gaze sharpens on her, so I don’t miss a single second. I drink in the sight of her soft swells, and as the silk moves down, her perky nipples.
“Fuck,” I hiss, reaching for my lap to adjust my cock as it grows painfully hard. I’m salivating at the mouth to sink my teeth into the rosy buds.
Her fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, and I notice they’re fucking soaked through.
“I love how wet you are for me,” I praise her. “Let me see your pussy, my love.”
My breaths become shallow, my chest rising and falling as anticipation tenses my muscles.
Torturously slow, she pushes the silk down, and a groan rumbles from me at the sight of the neat strip of curls.
When her panties join the heap on the floor, I order, “Come closer.”
As she walks toward me, my eyes sweep greedily over every inch of her body, and once she’s standing between my legs, I place my hands on her hips.
“You are an exquisite sight, and I’m going to enjoy getting to know every inch of you.” Noticing scars on her side, I ask, “What happened here?”
“I was stabbed in an assassination attempt last year.”
Jesus. No one will ever hurt her again as long as I have breath in my lungs.
I press a kiss to the scars, and unable to wait a second longer, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Yuki grabs hold of my shoulders, and when I suck and bite to my heart’s content, her fingers dig into my jacket.
I rub my hands up and down her outer thighs, hips, and waist, memorizing the shape of her body while I give her other breast the same attention.
Pure fucking lust roars through my abdomen and cock, the need to fuck her, almost sending me over the edge.
With a groan, I free her nipple and press my forehead to her stomach so I can catch my breath while waiting for the intense need to lessen a little.
It doesn’t help when I move my hands to her ass and palm her cheeks.
“You need to move away from me,” I tell her, my voice thick and ravenous. “I’m not strong enough to let go.”
Yuki extracts her body from my hold, and walking to the side table, she pours some whiskey into a tumbler. I watch as she takes a sip before she brings the drink to me.
Taking it from her, I swallow it all in one go, and as the alcohol burns down my throat, my gaze sweeps over her again.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
I set the tumbler on the little round table beside the couch, then order, “Turn in a slow circle for me.”
Yuki does as she’s told, and when I get to see her ass, I’m done for.
I climb to my feet while shrugging off my jacket, not caring where it lands.
Before she can complete the circle, I grip her left asscheek. Pushing my other hand between her legs, I drag a finger through her soaked pussy. “Christ, you need my cock as badly as I want to give it to you.”
Unable to wait any longer, I sweep her off her feet and carry her bridal style out of the living room and up to the third floor.
I don’t dare look down at her in my arms, knowing I’ll fuck her right on the spot if I do.
Yuki
Augusto sets me down on his bed, and taking a step backward, he rips his dress shirt open, the buttons popping off.
It’s my first time in his room, and I only manage a quick glance at the chaise and coffee table by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The dark gray bedspread feels silky soft against my heated skin, and my heart hasn’t stopped racing since I undressed for Augusto.
With my chest swimming with emotions caused by everything I’m experiencing tonight, it’s my turn to watch as he takes off his clothes.
When I get to see his chest, my jaw drops. Augusto is all solid muscle, golden skin, and ink. There are intricate patterns, bullets, skulls, snakes, flowers…you name it. It all comes together to form a violent but hot sight.
My fingers itch to touch his abs, and as his pants move down his thighs, my core clenches hard at the sight of the lines carved by his hips.
“Move backward,” Augusto orders, and placing his knee on the bed, he pushes my legs open. “Finally,” he grumbles, then his head ducks and his shoulders force their way between my thighs.