Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
He feasts on her until she’s a quivering mess, sweat beading over her skin like raindrops. Fisting my cock, I stroke up the shaft and kneel before her.
“Let me taste you,” she begs, and I deny her. Even though it kills me to do so.
My movements speed up with Z’s, Alyona’s chest rising and falling, her hands clutching at the restraints. I pump my cock hard and fast, warm tingles spreading up my spine, and flooding through my veins. Hot ribbons of cum spurts over her tits, chest, and face, and she swipes her tongue out to taste it.
“Such a defiant little slut for my cum,” I admonish.
“I think she’s ready, Ro,” Z growls, getting to his knees. He plunges two fingers into her wet pussy. The sounds of her juices against the friction of his fingers make my cock twitch and find its second wind. Pulling his fingers free, they glisten with her arousal. “Taste.” He slips them into my mouth and we all groan.
Swirling my tongue over his fingers, I suck them clean and then growl, “My turn.”
Kissing up her body, Z sucks on her bottom lip and then whispers, “They say you should worship twice a day.”
“At least,” she pants trying to recapture his lips but fails when he grins and moves off the bed.
Her eyes lock with mine as I position myself between her thighs.
“Are you going to be a good girl and take my fat cock inside your slutty pussy, Alyona?” I tease, lining up the tip with her glistening hole.
“Yes,” she says, biting her lip and tilting her head to watch my cock at her entrance. “Fuck me, Ro.”
“Say please,” I taunt, caressing the tip along her slit to her sensitive clit and back again.
My lust to be inside her beats like a drum throughout my body but there’s nothing quite like edging her.
“I need you now,” she pants, rotating her hips and trying to force me inside.
“We’re going to have to work on your begging,” I scold, moving my cock up to her ass. “Should I take your naughty little ass instead?”
“No, please fuck me, Ro.”
“Where?” I demand.
“My pussy, fuck my pussy.”
“Hmmm, okay.” I ram balls deep into her soaked pussy, falling over her body, and bracing my hands on either side of her head. Her walls squeeze my cock, and her scream sends an electric current pulsing into me. Her eyes slam shut, and when they reopen, there’s no color left. Desire has stripped it away, and what’s left is basic, carnal need.
“Where’s Z?” she pants, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“Is he fucking you, or am I?” I ask, and her brow puckers.
“You.” She’s breathless, the pink flush creeping up her cheeks highlights the cum there. She’s all fucking mine right now. I own her.
“That’s right, me. So scream my name like a good fucking girl.” I pull all the way out and then slam back in, tilting my hips and fucking her deep and hard. And when she screams my name, she does it like it means something.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Alyona
I’ve never been intimate with just one of my madmen before now, and I can’t help but feel that they were sharing more of themselves with me. They seem to trust me on a deeper level, giving themselves to me in a way they usually only share with each other.
My heart is so damn full I think it might burst. Looking down at the small red lines around my wrists, I grin. Rodion uncuffed me and applied salve to the red marks left by the restraints only after he gave me multiple orgasms to the point of blacking out.
I will order a fluffy pink pair of handcuffs for next time. A smile pushes up the corners of my mouth, and I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the ache already building there again. They make me feel sexually free. When I’m exposed and bare, it’s the prettiest I’ve ever felt, and it’s because of the way they look at me, fuck me, love me, own me.
Rodion left me to get an extra hour of sleep, and now that I’ve showered and gotten dressed, I feel more like myself. The cut on my thigh isn’t deep and the bruises will fade in a few days.
There’s a lightness in my steps today. We’re not fully out of the woods of drama yet, but the main threat is gone. Voices come from the kitchen, and I make my way there to squeeze my baby girl. Z meets me at the threshold, handing me a mug of coffee.
“Good morning, beautiful. Roza’s just having her breakfast.” He drops a kiss to my forehead, and I sigh from the contact. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the nanny.”
“To the what?” I choke on the coffee, coughing loudly, until Z pats my back. “Wrong hole.”