Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
I’ve been fucked for the first time, marked for the first time, but all I can think about is Vaughn’s guttural moan filling my ears, and my whole being that’s in his hands.
23
VAUGHN
For a moment, I’m paralyzed, wrapped in a haze I can’t shake.
My face is buried in Yulian’s neck, breathing him in, and my spent cock still twitches inside him—because fuck, why does he have to smell so good?
Also what the fuck was that?
The best sex of my life, apparently.
I mean, the only penetrative sex I’ve had was with Danika, but I’ve never felt like bursting out of my goddamn skin just because I was inside her pussy or ass.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked it with her—most of the time, at least—but with Yulian…
I couldn’t fuck him deep enough, touch him hard enough. I just couldn’t get enough.
If anyone were to move me from his embrace right now, I might never be able to recover.
Fucking Yulian has changed my life. In every sense of the word.
Because I want to do it again.
And again.
He moves, damp skin dragging over my own, every touch sticky with sweat.
Fuck.
I’m a mess.
And I’ve collapsed on top of him, completely crushing him into the bed, one hand on his chest and the other in his hair. I can feel his spent cock trapped between our stomachs, his cum trickling onto the mattress.
Oh, and his finger’s still moving slowly in my ass.
I…don’t dislike it.
The feel of it or the way he thrusts inside me.
In fact, I think I’m lifting my ass a bit, letting him have more access.
Yulian shifts again, and this time, I start to pull out from inside him, even though I really, truly don’t want to.
His ass is the best place I’ve ever been, and my cock weeps some more cum as I attempt to slide out.
Yulian yanks me down with a hand on my back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I shift my head on his shoulder, turning it to face him. My lips part when I find him staring at me. The blue and brown of his eyes are so bright, I swallow.
“Just thought I was crushing you,” I say, my voice more rough than usual.
“Do I seem like I mind?” He wiggles his hips, thrusting his cock against my stomach.
It twitches between us, and I groan as my own cock takes notice.
“I like the feel of you all over me.” He thrusts again, his erection growing harder by the second.
“Seriously?” I tap his chest, my fingers stroking over his nipple, and he moans.
“Mmm. I kind of really want you, Mishka.”
“You don’t say. I wouldn’t have guessed it.”
“The dry humor is killing me.” He chuckles, grabbing the tube of lube from next to him, then squeezes a copious amount where his finger is still thrusting in my ass.
It isn’t the cold gel that makes me jolt—it’s the second finger pushing in, stretching me open. His other hand grips my ass, pulling me wider as he works both fingers inside.
“Relax for me,” he speaks softly against my lips, his breath forming goosebumps over my damp skin.
“I…How do I do that?” I wiggle for a bit, just to register the bulge of his cock against my stomach.
“Instead of thinking, just feel.” He licks my lower lip as he stretches his fingers inside me. “That’s it. You’re doing so well, baby.”
My cock twitches inside him, growing harder as he scrapes his fingers against my walls, and I can feel my hole accommodating him, clenching around him, welcoming him in ways I never thought I was capable of.
Am I really letting him do this?
“Fuck yes, baby. You’re getting so deliciously hard.”
“It’s your fault.” I yank on his hair, my lips hovering close to his.
“Go ahead and kiss me. You know you want to.”
“I fucking despise you sometimes.”
“And the rest of the time?”
“I want to kill you.” My lips crash to his as he drives his fingers deep.
The slick sound of his thrusts with the lube is obscene, almost too intimate, unraveling me in ways I don’t understand. It drags out the feral side chained inside me, the one that only Yulian can summon.
I moan in his mouth, my fingers yanking him closer by his hair, my other hand wrapped around his throat, choking the fuck out of him as harshly as he’s destroying my world.
Yulian’s tongue wars against mine, meeting me stroke for stroke in the midst of a soaking wet, noisy kiss.
I can’t stop kissing him.
I think I’m addicted to it—his sweet, poisonous taste, the feel of his tongue, the hardness of his muscles.
Or maybe it’s the fact that this large bulk of muscles melts when I touch him.
As if, like me, the world comes to a standstill when we’re all over each other.
Yulian thrusts another finger, stretching me so full of him, I groan.