Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
"I've missed you," I say because he hasn’t been in me since before my period, and I want him so badly.
"Say it again," he growls.
"I missed you, Matvei."
"Beg for my cock."
"I want you inside me. I want you to fill me. I want you to make me come." My voice is shaky, trembling—I want him so badly.
Break me. Ruin me. Put me all back together again. Make me whole.
Then the blessed relief of the sound of his zipper. His hot cock at my entrance. I whimper in need, unashamed, holding my breath. A gasp of relief as he pushes in.
He slams into me hard, and I take him. He stretches me, fills me. My need climbs higher and higher. His mouth is at my ear, his body pressing down on mine, skin to skin. I feel his heartbeat against my back, and I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.
He whispers filthy, sweet nothings in my ear. "You’re so fucking wet. Give me that cunt. Give me that dirty little cunt. I wanna fill you. I want you dripping with my cum. I want you to know this is you and me. This is me making you have my baby."
I whimper, my body arching, opening for him, my nails digging into the wood beneath me.
"Is this what you wanted? Did you want my cock?"
"Yes," I breathe out.
He pulls almost all the way out of me.
I sob with need. “Matvei!”
I want him in me so badly.
Then he slides back in slowly, stretching me, filling me. I’m so full, and my pussy clenches around his cock. It feels so right, pressed up against the desk, and my ass is on fire. My pussy clenches as he slams in and out, the rhythm and tempo of his thrusts harder than ever before.
As if, somehow, he’s trying to brand me. To make me never forget him.
As if ramping this up—pushing deeper, fucking me harder—will make me his forever.
It’s wrong and primal, and I’m so fucking here for it.
My orgasm takes me by surprise with its intensity. I cry out.
"Are you coming without permission?" he says in a deadly voice.
I couldn't stop myself now if I tried. My words tumble over each other.
"Please. Please, can I come?"
"Come, my sweet little witch. Come on my dick. Take me. All of me," he growls in my ear.
I start to come, and then, his hand, tangled in my hair, finds the back of my neck.
He squeezes, and I cry out.
His thumb circles my throbbing clit, and I come so hard I scream. I’m blinded, breathless, as he pulses inside me.
In that moment, when we're unraveling together, pleasure consuming us, a little part of me thinks—I love you.
He’s ruined me for any other. He’s my one and only.
I slump against the desk, boneless. We breathe in the quiet for long minutes. He gently tucks my hair behind my ear and kisses the side of my temple. I melt.
I sigh when he slides out of me. He turns me and picks me up. His hot cum trails down my thighs, and I don’t care. I’m a dirty mess, but I’m happy.
For the first time in my life… I’m happy.
I’m aching, so fucking fulfilled. My mind is blissfully blank.
He carries me to bed, lays me down, cleans and dries me.
I roll over, my eyes heavy with sleep, when I feel him lower himself onto the bed at my feet.
"I need to taste you," he growls. "God, I’ve missed your fucking cunt so bad. I’ve dreamed of this. Let me eat you out."
I’m half-asleep, still boneless from the last orgasm he gave me, when he spreads my legs, drapes my thighs over his shoulders, and buries his face in my pussy.
The first lick makes my hips arch—it feels like heaven. I’m so sensitive but already so turned on.
He suckles my clit, then licks me again, all the way down the length of my slit. I cry out. He lashes my clit with his tongue, groaning like a man possessed, like he’s starving, dying of thirst, and I’m his only salvation.
He licks and sucks and groans—greedy, devouring me.
I’m already tensing up, already ready to come again.
He flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit again, and I shatter into bliss.
He eats me out until I’m coming down from the first one, then pushes through.
"I can’t," I say. "It’s too much, Matvei."
"Relax into it. You can come again. It’s not too much, baby. I’m greedy for your cunt. So fucking greedy for your cunt."
Slowly, with just the barest touch of his tongue, he eases me gently, and I’m almost there again.
He lightly teases me, like a promise, like a kiss. His tongue plays and taunts until I want more.
Then his tempo increases. He lashes my clit again, sucking me greedily until I come again so hard my hips fly off the bed.