Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I scoffed and turned my head back around to stare at the stone shower wall. “You’re always a fucking tease, Ivan,” I muttered.
He hummed. “Are you sure of that? Or do you think it’s because you’ve always wanted me, but you wouldn’t let yourself have me, so having me within grabbing distance sent your need for me into overdrive?”
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words died on my lips and my brain faltered when his hand suddenly wrapped around my aching cock. I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. His lips moved across my upper back, and his other arm moved from my hip to wrap around my torso, yanking me back so hard against him, I couldn’t tell where my body ended and his began.
“You’re fucking leaking for me,” Ivan growled. “That needy for me, kotik?”
His words were practically purred into my skin, and I shivered. When his hand twisted around my tip, smearing the precum there, I whimpered, my head falling forward so I could watch him stroke my cock.
“So desperate,” Ivan murmured, answering his own question. “So fucking perfect for me, kotik. Just my needy little slut, aren’t you?”
I’d never been one for being degraded, nor did I like degrading anyone else, but hearing those demeaning words from his lips had my hips jerking forward so I could fuck myself into his fist. A rough chuckle spilled from his lips and fanned across my back. “Fuck yeah, you are. My needy little cock slut. You want my dick inside you, kotik? That it? Need me to bend you over and fuck you like a whore? Like you’re nothing more than a hole for me to fill?”
A broken moan crawled up my throat, and my balls drew up tight. Ivan licked a stripe across my shoulder, and then, he abruptly sank his teeth into my shoulder. A pained shout ripped from my throat, and then, I was coming, my legs shaking so badly from the force of it that I dropped to my knees.
And Ivan took full advantage.
My head was still spinning from the best fucking orgasm I’d ever reached when he shoved me forward by the back of my neck, pressing my cheek to the tile floor. The water beat down over my face, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not when he was already stroking his fingers over my hole, his fingers slick with something—shampoo, maybe? I didn’t fucking know, and I didn’t care. I just wanted him inside me, filling me up just like he’d suggested.
Because Ivan was right. I was a slut for his cock, and I hadn’t even had it yet. Didn’t change the fact that I was goddamn desperate for him.
“I’m going to fuck you right here until you come again—untouched,” Ivan snarled, his voice more animalistic than human. A pathetic whimper spilled from my lips when he forced a finger inside of my tight channel. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathed. “You’re going to strangle my cock, aren’t you, kotik?”
He curled his finger just right, and even if I wanted to answer him, I couldn’t. All I could do was whine as my cock quickly began to fill again, quicker than it ever had in my life, even when I was a horny ass teenager desperate to get my cock wet in as many willing holes as I could. “God, you’re so fucking perfect,” Ivan muttered. He slid his finger out, then pressed back in with two. I tensed, then forced myself to relax, focusing on making my lungs expand so I could breathe.
“That’s it,” Ivan praised, his voice a little softer. His sudden changes were making my head spin, but I was pretty sure that was just part of the game for him. “Such a good little cock slut, kotik. You’re going to take me so well. And when you come, I’m going to get you on your bed, and I’m going to bend you in half and fuck you again. I’m going to make sure when you wake up in the morning, you’re reminded of my cock splitting you in half every time you move.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, a shudder wracking down my spine at the sinful promise in his words.
He leaned over me as he pulled out his two fingers, and when he pressed in with three, my eyes widened, water burning my eyeballs as it beat down over me. A maniacal grin tipped up the corners of Ivan’s lips. “You’ll take it, won’t you, kotik? You’ll be my perfect little whore, won’t you?”
There was no question about it.
“Yes,” I choked out.
He stroked over my prostate punishingly, his smile dropping as he arched his brow at me. I choked on my breath, trying to move away from the punishing attention, but Ivan just growled and gripped the back of my neck, keeping me pinned in place.