Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Fuck.
God, he goes from zero to sixty in seconds.
He gazes at me with pure lust and frustration. “I need you,” he says.
My body reacts instantly, but I press a hand to his chest before he can move any closer. “Not like this. You’re angry. If you want me, slow down and ask me.”
He freezes. His hold loosens at once, and he sets me on my feet, leaving enough space for me to step away. His eyes stay locked on mine. “Do you want me, Liliana?”
I should walk away. Instead, I fist the front of his shirt and pull him toward me.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you.”
That’s all the permission he needs. His mouth crashes into mine, and I kiss him back just as hard.
The warning voice in my head doesn’t disappear, but this choice is mine. Feeling his hard body and hearing his ragged breath, I let myself want him.
I want him too badly to pretend otherwise.
And this time, I’m the one who closes the distance again.
I curl into his space and kiss him for all I’m worth, one arm around his neck as my other hand drops toward his waistband.
I can’t waste a single second of this dark pull dragging us back together.
The second I unzip his pants and slip my hand into the opening, he loses it.
He rips his mouth from mine and growls, thrusting his hips at me. “Fuck. Yes, Liliana. I need this. I need you. Right now.”
Hearing him admit it sends a fresh rush through me. I’m fully aware this is reckless, and I choose it anyway.
I want the power of choosing this for myself. I kiss him, free his cock, then sink to my knees while he braces his hands on the wall above me.
I take his hard shaft out and wrap my lips around it. Staring right back up at him, I get lost in the stormy lust shining in his dark eyes. I slide my tongue around his tip, tasting his precum, and then I don’t waste a second to explore. To learn him. To give him what it seems like he needs from me.
It’s an escape.
I know it is.
It means nothing, but just like last night, I’m swept away with the desire that feels too good to stop.
Sucking on him and daring to take him deep, I stretch my mouth and endure the sting of how wide he is. My eyes water. But I don’t stop. I can’t. It’s too hot. Too naughty. He’s doing something to me, turning me on as I pleasure him. With his intense stare unwavering from my face, from the sight of my mouth as his dick disappears past my lips, I can’t resist the urge to join him in these sensations of arousal.
I lower my hand to slip it under the waistband of my borrowed sweats. Reaching lower to rub myself, I keep straining to bob up and down on his shaft.
“No.” He yanks back without warning. He pulls away only to hoist me up. His hands notch under my arms as he lifts me off the floor. Then, kissing me hard, he backpedals us into the closest room.
We near the bed, and he tosses me onto it. I bounce, my heart hammering so fast from the thrill of how ravenous he looks as he loses his clothes. My fingers tremble, making me fumble to get my clothes off too. But he is faster. Hungrier. Too on the edge and wild for me.
Before I can even settle further on the bed, he grips the waistband of my sweats and yanks them off in one clean slide. I’m bare, not bothering with panties since I didn’t have any spares. And once more, he takes charge. Gripping my thighs, he spreads me wide open.
“Anton—” I cry out instead of saying anything coherent. I can’t because he’s there. His head wedged between my legs. His mouth on my pussy. His tongue swiping over me before touching my clit.
“Oh. Fuck.” I gasp the words out as I slump to the mattress. I land on my elbows, watching his head move up and down slowly as he licks at me. As he fucks me with his tongue.
Roman never bothered to play like this, and it’s over too soon. My first orgasm barrels through me. I’m stunned by the sheer force of how hard I come for Anton. I cry out at the exquisite pleasure of his tongue and lips on me, and even though I’m splintering apart and out of breath, he doesn’t stop.
“Again,” he growls, his breath so low and gruff as he resumes toying with me. Between his fingers in my pussy now, and his lips sucking on my clit, he’s determined to make me come again and again, just like last night.
I don’t look away, too high on the thrill of him doing this to me, with me. Setting my hand on his head, I push him to where I want him, and I ride his face, taking what he’s offering, and within another minute, I’m trembling all over again, coming so hard I swear I might pass out.