Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
All the feelings I’d been denying came welling up at once, overwhelming. I was off guard, I couldn’t fight it—
I let out a growl of anger and brought my lips down on hers.
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ALISON
For a second, I was too surprised to do anything. I think I might have let out a very un-me whimper of shock, and then his hard lips were forcing mine open, and his tongue was darting in to freakin’ own me. The kiss wasn’t delicate or sweet; it was months of pent-up desire all hitting at once, overwhelming and glorious, and I sat bolt upright in the saddle as the raw sexual heat of it lashed down to my groin like a bullwhip. The heat expanded outward, and I sagged, my eyes closed, now, melting into it. As the shock that this is real, it’s finally happening died away, I finally began to respond, my lips moving on his, feeling my softness against his hardness, my tongue making little flicks against his.
He growled, trying to pull me closer. But I was still awkwardly twisted around on the saddle, I couldn’t come any closer unless I—
It took both hands on his chest, pushing hard, to break the kiss. “Wait,” I panted.
Gennadiy glared down at me, eyes glazed with lust and caveman-stubborn: No wait. Want now. I gulped because I could feel that if I didn’t get back to the kiss right now, he was just going to grab me again, and the idea sent a wave of heat rushing right down to my toes and back up to my face. As fast as I could, I hooked one leg up and over the bike, twisted around on the saddle, and got the other leg up and over, so I was sitting facing him. “Okay,” I said, breathless.
His hands captured my cheeks, and he kissed me again, hard and deep, and this time the kiss twisted and moved, both of us urgently seeking the other one. Waves of pink pleasure rippled down through my body, layering and building in my core into a tight ball of glowing heat. I was so small, next to his hulking body: he was kissing down into me, and the kiss was lifting me up, up, up, a fragile, silvery excitement unfurling inside me until it felt like my ass was going to lift right out of the saddle.
Then he growled and ran his hands down my neck and over my shoulders, his palms warm through my soaked blouse. His hands traced down my spine, hungry but slow, as if he was filing away how every part of me felt. They closed on my ass and squeezed hard, and I yelped against his lips. Then they tugged me roughly along the saddle towards him. I felt his knees opening my thighs wide and then.
“MMF!” I was squished up against him, and I could feel every movement of his powerful chest, his breathing shaky with lust. I could feel my nipples, pebble-hard from the excitement, scraping against his body through a couple of layers of wet cotton. And I could feel the hard length of him throbbing against my inner thigh. I knew, right then, that this wasn’t going to be just a kiss, that we’d already passed some point of no return and were now plunging headfirst towards him inside me and me clawing at his back. The thought made the heat inside me go weighty and dense, my ass tightening in his hands and my pussy stroking needfully against his cock.
He growled again and pressed harder against me, but it wasn’t enough, even with our clothes soaked by the rain: I could feel him scowl against my lips. He needed to feel me skin-on-skin.
Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed the collar of my blouse and wrenched it open right down to my jeans, buttons popping and flying. Then his fingers pushed the cups of my bra up, and suddenly his heated palms were gliding over my cool, rain-slick breasts. I trembled and squeezed the bike between my ankles. His hands made circles, lifting my breasts and stroking my nipples against his palms, and I panted against his mouth. Then he broke the kiss and lowered his head, and—
I threw my head back and gave a strangled groan as his hot mouth captured my breast, his tongue lashing over my hard nipple and coaxing it even harder. My eyes were closed, and the rain was hammering down on my upturned face. It should have felt cold, but all I felt was heat, like the rain sluicing down our bodies was the only thing stopping us from burning up.
His tongue traced my nipples, exploring the tips, the sides, and every little bump around the areolae. His fingers pressed against my breast, gentle but eager, relishing its softness. A glow spread through me and something deep in my chest, something that had been there ever since high school, eased. I didn’t feel small or inadequate with him. I felt...perfect. We sat there for long minutes with me leaning back over the handlebars and him hulking over me, worshipping my breasts. My toes danced and splashed against the floor of the alley, and I thrashed and panted, scarlet pleasure lifting me higher and higher, until I couldn’t take it anymore. “G—Gennadiy!” I croaked, tangling my fingers in his hair.