Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
After he goes through every little inch of my suite, he finally wears himself out and pours himself a big drink at the bar cart.
“Tigran,” I say, going to him, confused and more than a little afraid, but not that he’s going to hurt me. I have the sudden and intense urge to comfort him like he’s been comforting me. “Talk to me.” I touch his chest with both hands.
He takes a long drink of whiskey. His eyes flash to mine. Pure, intense, knee-shaking desire burns in that gaze. My stomach does an excited flip and my mouth opens, my heart racing into my throat.
He takes my hips and pulls me into him roughly, then he smothers my mouth with a wet, needy kiss.
It’s hungry and possessive. He tastes like sweet alcohol. There’s an edge to the way his tongue dominates me, and he holds me closer, his hands moving up to grasp my braid, the other gripping the nape of my neck. A growl escapes him, and it’s like every kiss before this one has been a pale imitation, and now he’s finally releasing himself, dropping his guard, giving me everything he’s been hiding away.
And it’s so freaking good.
The glass tips from his hand. It hits the floor, shatters, and spills. I yelp, trying to pull away, but he doesn’t release me. “I should clean—” I start to say, but he smothers my words with another needy, hungry kiss.
It’s too much. My head’s spinning like crazy. He roughly drags me to the couch and pulls me into his lap, cupping my ass with one hand as the other grabs my hair and pins my mouth to his.
I grind myself into him. He hasn’t said a word since coming into my room like a freaking creep, and the way he searches the place scares me, but all that gets forgotten in the frenzy. Ever since the first time we did this, I’ve been thinking about it constantly. His mouth, his hands. His growls of pleasure.
He bites my lower lip and pulls my top off. I gasp with ecstasy as he licks and sucks a nipple, going hard, lapping his tongue around.
It hurts, but I arch into him anyway, wanting more. I’m greedy, desperate for him, grinding against his lap. He’s stiff between my legs, and his breath comes fast.
He wants this as badly as I do, and that turns me on like crazy.
“Slow down,” I gasp, whimpering as he pulls my hair and shoves a hand down between my legs. He forces my knees wider as his fingers glide up and down my wet pussy. “Tigran, fuck, hold on.”
“No.” He bites my lip and sinks a finger inside.
“Just—oh my God—just tell me what’s going on.”
“Right now, I’m pleasuring my wife,” he says, rolling his fingers to my clit then back deep inside again. This time, he sinks in two, and I grind into his palm as he does it.
Fuck, it’s so, so good.
“But why—did you—come here—”
“I can’t come fuck my wife?” he snarls in my face.
“Something’s wrong.”
“The only thing wrong is the fact that my cock’s not buried in your fucking mouth.”
I stare at him, appalled, outraged, fucking turned on like crazy. “You shouldn’t talk to me that way.”
He pulls my hair harder, grinning like a monster, his fingers gliding up and down as his palm grinds into my clit.
“And you should be fucking careful, little prissy wife, or you’re going to make it my mission in life to corrupt you.”
“Tigran,” I moan, chills running down my spine in cascades. Corrupt me? Make me dirty? God, I want it. How messed up is that? “You wouldn’t.”
“Come here.” He unbuckles his belt and forces me down onto my knees. I stare as he takes out his thick cock, his shaft pulsing and veiny, fist still in my hair. “Open your mouth.”
I obey him, heart racing.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I do it, feeling so filthy.
“That’s a good girl. Look at you, down on your knees, my big cock aching to touch your pretty fucking throat. And you still think you’re a good girl?”
I nod slowly, staring into his eyes, mouth open, tongue out. My body is numb with anticipation.
“Lick me, you dirty fucking girl,” he whispers.
I bend forward, and I do it.
Slowly too. I lick every inch of his thick, vein-covered dick, starting low and going high until I taste his precum.
“That’s right, baby. Look at you. Does a good girl moan while she takes a big dick in her mouth? Does a good girl want to straddle a bad man’s face while she sucks his dick?”
My eyes widen. “You want me to do what?”
He stands and drags me to my feet. I yelp in surprise as he yanks off my pants and panties until I’m bare before him, but he doesn’t stop. He takes off his own clothes, and we’re standing in my living room totally freaking naked. I’m cold and exposed and more turned on in my entire life than I’ve ever been.