Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Oh.” She seemed disappointed, like she was fully expecting me to pull out of her and not finish her off.
But like it was abnormal for me to come so fast, it was also abnormal in the way I didn’t go down. Not even a little bit.
I was still just as hard now as I was when we’d started this.
“Not so fast,” I said when she went to pull away.
“What are you…” she gasped when I flipped us and deposited her onto her back, her legs high in the air over my shoulder. “Dima!”
Goddamn, I really needed to thank those brothers for designing this bathroom with such a wide bench in the shower.
“You ready to move yet, pretty girl?” I asked.
She licked her lips, then nodded, her excitement finding its way back.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Your command is my…” I pulled out and thrust back in deep. “Pleasure.”
I fucked her hard, not holding anything back, keeping my eyes on her face for any signs of discomfort, or even the slightest twinge of unease.
My balls started to grow heavy again, but this time, I was able to hold it at bay.
Lifting her up off the bench, her ass in the air with her knees locked between my chest and forearm, I gloried in the sound of our skin slapping.
We were both sweaty and crying out by the time that she came—all without my finger on her clit.
She screamed out, and I knew had I not had excellent soundproofing, her brother who was next door would’ve heard and come running.
It sounded like she was dying, like I was killing her.
And maybe I was.
Because I was certainly killing myself.
“Fuck!” I roared, bending her in half with my need to get deeper.
When I finally got my wits about me, I reversed us so that she was on top again and allowed my arms to flop to encircle her as I tried and failed to catch my breath.
“Wow,” she breathed. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
I swallowed hard as I opened my eyes and studied the crown molding above my head. Why the shower had crown molding, I didn’t know.
I also didn’t know I had crown molding…
“I didn’t, either,” I admitted.
She leaned up onto a forearm in my chest and said, “Have you ever…”
Have I ever had anal sex before?
“No…” I hesitated. “I’ve done other things…but never that.”
Never wanted to.
It seemed like too much work.
“Good,” she breathed. “I’m glad that I could get that with you alone for the first time.”
I grinned. “I’ve never in my life come so hard twice in a row like that. I think you might have to just sit there before I clean you up.”
She giggled and got off of me, my wet cock flopping pitifully to my belly, still hard and wet.
“This shower is amazing. And the water is still hot!” she said as she backed away.
I watched the sway of her hips, and wondered if I was defective.
It wasn’t normal not to go down for an hour…right?
I fucked her again five minutes later.
And again in the bed when we were still completely wet, causing us to have to change the sheets after.
Finally, my cock went down once she fell asleep, and I told myself I’d never survive if we didn’t get this under control…
I didn’t mean to push all your buttons. I was looking for mute.
—Keely’s secret thoughts
KEELY
“Marrying a man that holds you accountable is amazing,” Nastya grumbled as she picked at her food.
I looked at Nastya’s food, which just so happened to be steak, broccoli and mashed potatoes.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, I told him after our child was born that I wanted to get back in shape, and I made him promise me to help me help myself. And now he won’t let me cheat on my diet,” she grumbled. “Like my pregnancy wasn’t hard enough because I had to watch my blood sugars constantly, and then it doesn’t bounce back. I mean, I ate freakin’ good, for Christ’s sake! How is that fair that I still look like I’m four months pregnant?”
“What kind of diet is it?” Brecken asked, looking at her plate. “To be honest, that steak looks pretty amazing.”
Nastya leaned back and threw up her hands. “It is amazing! He made it, so of course it’s going to be amazing! He even cut it up into pieces and grilled all the little tiny pieces in ghee and garlic for me because he knows I like all the bites to have a little bit of a crust to them. Even the broccoli tastes really, really good. I don’t even like broccoli, and he somehow made it taste really good.”
“But…” I drawled.
“But, he made steak! Dammit, I’m tired of steak,” she grumbled. “We’re eating in a calorie deficit. I’m trying to eat under twenty-three hundred calories a day, so I chose to eat two thousand calories a day.”