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)
It was by sheer force of will and a fuck ton of practice on my restraint that I didn’t come with him. That I didn’t shatter right there with him.
“Was that it, kotik?” I rasped, my chest tightening—a sensation I wasn’t used to. “Did you need me to hold you?” Fuck, why did I like that so much? I wasn’t that kind of man.
But maybe, for him, I was. Just as he wasn’t a submissive, but for me, he was.
He didn’t answer, just panted on the shower floor, his eyes closed. I eased out of him, then flipped him onto his back. Moving between his spread thighs, I gripped his chin in a punishing grip, digging my fingers into his cheeks. His eyes opened, and he stared up at me with blown pupils. His gaze was hazy, like he’d…
Like he’d lost himself to subspace.
Oh, fuck.
“Fuck, I’m never letting you go,” I growled before leaning forward to kiss him.
16
Adrian
Ivan and I didn’t even bother drying off before we tumbled onto my bed. We just didn’t have the patience, and I was so gone for him, I couldn’t even bring myself to care that my mattress would be wet or that I’d need new sheets.
Ivan gripped my wrists in one long-fingered grip and pinned them to the mattress above my head. When his lips pressed to mine, I moaned and relaxed beneath him, letting him control me. When he was in control like this, I didn’t have to think. All I needed to do was feel and let him lead me.
He forced my lips apart, and I groaned, letting him in. His tongue danced with mine, and my hips rose, seeking friction. When his wet cock glided along mine, I whimpered, my fingers curling and uncurling, desperate to touch him even though I couldn’t. The growl Ivan emitted made me leak, and he thrust his hips forward, rutting against me. I gasped, my eyes rolling behind my closed eyelids.
“That’s it, kotik,” he rumbled as he began working his way across my jaw, leaving his mark in the form of love bites. “Give me those sweet, needy sounds. They sound so precious coming from your pretty mouth.”
“Ivan…” I groaned when he swirled his tongue around my nipple. When his teeth sank into the sensitive bud, I choked on my next breath, my back arching off the bed. He laved his tongue over the abused peak before kissing his way across my chest to give my other nipple the same treatment.
Christ, he was going to kill me.
“You like that?” Ivan murmured, leaning up to peer down at me. He released my wrists to cup my cheek, stroking his thumb over my lips. He tugged at my bottom lip, a low hum sounding in his throat. When I nodded, he rasped, “I always knew you’d be fucking perfect for me, kotik.”
“You did?” I croaked, something funny stirring in my chest that I didn’t know how to identify. It was a tightening feeling, but at the same time, it sent warmth through my veins, making me feel loose and a little hazy.
He nodded. “Yeah, I did. And I’m never wrong.” He kissed me again, and I opened for him on instinct, letting his tongue invade my mouth once again so he could do with me as he pleased.
As long as he kept my brain silent, he could always do whatever he wanted to me. I hadn’t felt this peaceful in a long time. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had.
I felt like an idiot for fighting this—fighting him—for so damn long.
He moved down my body, his lips making a trail down the center of my chest and along my flat stomach until he reached my erection. I shivered when his breath fanned over my leaking tip, and then, I moaned long and low as his lips wrapped around the head and he sucked, laving his tongue over that spot right beneath my cockhead, making me see stars.
At damn near forty-years-old, my refractory period should have been much longer, especially after I’d already come twice in one day, but there was something about Ivan that already had my cock rallying despite my balls feeling damn near empty.
“Fuuuuck,” I moaned, my hands coming down to slide into his dark, silky hair. The strands sifted through my fingers, and my hips rose off the bed as I clenched at his dark hair, gasping when he allowed me to drive my dick down his throat. He didn’t even gag—just moaned around me, sending vibrations all the way down to my balls.
“If you keep that up,” I gasped, “I’m going to come again.”
He just hummed, then wrapped his arms around my thighs, pinning me in place as he began to bob his head, his mouth working me over. The suction was so tight, and his mouth was so hot and wet. I couldn’t think past anything but how his lips felt wrapped around me. My heels dug into the mattress, and my ass clenched as my balls drew up tight.