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)
An unexpected surge of heat went straight to my groin. If he’d said tie you up, that would have been one thing, but tie you down sounded deliciously wicked. It made something rebellious rise inside me, an urge to fuck about just so I could find out. I felt my face heat. What’s happening? I’ve never been into that.
He’d leaned closer, while I was thinking. “I love your breasts,” he told me. He moved closer still, his mouth just a few inches from my breast, and each Russian-accented word was a warm little gust against it. “They’re so perfectly shaped.” I gasped and he moved a little closer, his lips almost brushing my nipple. “I obsessed over what they’d look like, if I ever got your clothes off. Dreaming about doing this.” His lips suddenly closed around my nipple and I jerked and inhaled...then moaned as his tongue started to lash the soft bud. His hand started squeezing my other breast, his thumb stroking the nipple, and I began to grind my hips. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take me, two harmonized drumbeats of perfect sensation that vibrated straight to my core.
He opened his mouth wider, taking in more of my breast, and his hand grew rougher. The drumbeats shifted, becoming darker and more insistent, and I began to pant, open-mouthed and needy. His mouth left my breast and an instant later, his lips found mine, his tongue searching out my tongue and dancing with it. Both of his hands worked my breasts and I was pinned against the wall of pillows, helpless. I knew that he could feel, from my ragged breathing, how turned on I was. Then he plunged one hand down under the sheets and between my thighs, and found my heated, sticky lips, and that was his confirmation.
He growled and inserted one knee, then the other between my thighs until he was kneeling there, his legs spreading mine wide. He was kissing down into me, deep, hot, conquering kisses that sent ripples of pleasure right through my body, crumbling my defenses. I went dreamily passive, my tongue lightly teasing his and my fingers dazedly tangling in his hair. His fingers pushed under me and traced the shape of my lips, slowly at first and then faster and faster, and I could feel myself slickening and opening. Then a thick, tattooed finger was pushing up into me, stretching me, and my breathing went trembly.
He began to finger-fuck me with slow, deliberate strokes, his other hand and his kisses still keeping me firmly pinned to the pillow wall, I went crazy, thrashing against him as the pleasure built, my heels drawing wide half-circles on the soft sheets and my ass grinding against the bed. I was so used to scaring men away, of always being the one who could win in a fight, but right now I was pinioned and powerless to do anything but enjoy it and it felt amazing.
But he wanted more. He broke the kiss and I slowly opened my eyes...to find him staring down at me, eyes hooded with lust and a smile on his face that was pure, calculating evil. My eyes widened…
He threw the sheets off the bed, leaving me completely naked. Then he hooked his forearms around my thighs and tugged. I yelped as I slithered down the bed, my back on the sheets and my hair fanning out above me. My lower half was lifted up into the air, my legs parted and—
I cried out as his mouth came down on my pussy, his tongue teasing while his upper lip ground against my clit. I had time for, “What are you—” and then his tongue thrust deep into me and my mouth opened in a silent gasp. He growled, long and low, and the vibrations made me arch my spine off the bed. Then he started licking me. Long, firm strokes that traced the shape of my lips and sent pink ribbons of pleasure rippling to my core. Then quick little circles around my clit that snapped those ribbons tight, cinching the pleasure so it was denser and hotter. I began to moan, kicking my legs in helpless pleasure either side of him as a climax started to build.
His hands were holding my ass rock-steady in the air as he leaned forward to devour me: with his hulking strength, it felt like he could hold me there all day, if he chose to. I couldn’t even reach him: all my hands could do was grab handfuls of the sheets as the pleasure circled higher and higher inside me.
His thumbs began to stroke the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and my breathing hitched, the orgasm close, now. I thrashed and panted, arching my back and feeling the cool air of the room waft over my sensitive, spit-wet breasts. God, he knew exactly where to touch me and exactly where to flick and swirl his tongue to push me up and up and up.