Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I feel sexy and free, in a way I never thought I could.
He drags me to my feet. My panties are wrapped around my knees as he slides himself deep between my legs. I shudder, fingers splayed on the glass. He grabs my hair as he fucks me.
“Your mouth’s wet and tight, but your pussy’s even better,” he moans and shoves my shirt up and presses my chest to the glass. “I want the fucking city to see your perfect fucking tits.”
“Oh my god, Lev,” I whimper, heart thudding like crazy.
“Let them see what’s mine,” he whispers.
Then he’s fucking me again. When his fingers stroke my clit at the same time, it finally breaks me. I come as he tells me how pretty I am and how he’d kill anyone that ever tried to touch me, and my brain shatters into a million pieces as his cock dominates and fills me, and finally we’re both tumbling back onto the bed, sweaty and spent.
“I’ll order champagne,” he says after a comfortable silence.
I grin and kiss his chest. “You enjoyed fucking me that much, huh? Too bad I can’t drink it.”
He pats my ass. “Always, baby, but I mean it’s your first night abroad. Maybe you can’t drink, but you should enjoy yourself anyway.”
“I’m happy enough already. Look at this place.”
He grins when I sit up on an elbow and stare around the room. It’s a five-star hotel, and he bought an incredibly gorgeous suite. I don’t think I’ve been in a room this luxurious before in my life, and it’s almost absurd.
When I look back, he’s staring at me, not at the room. “What?” I ask, blushing like an idiot.
“Nothing. Just thinking how lucky I am.”
“You didn’t think you were lucky when we first got married.”
“I was too stupid at that point and distracted by everything else.” He brushes a thumb across my cheek. “But now I get it.”
“Yeah? Do you?” I lean in and bite his lower lip. He grunts in surprise. “I think you just like fucking me.”
He snarls and rolls me onto my back. I laugh, struggling, and we play-wrestle like that until I eventually end up straddling him, my hands on his chest, grinding my pussy against his hard, twitching dick.
“I definitely like this,” he says, stretching his hands above his head with a sigh. “Your hips are perfect.”
“Only because I’m riding you, idiot.” I breathe deep, heart racing. “What were we talking about before?”
“I don’t remember.”
“You were telling me how amazing I am.”
“Amazing, perfect, gorgeous.” He grabs my ass and squeezes it. “Sexy as hell.”
“Don’t hold back now. Keep going.” I grind faster before I can’t take it anymore and slip him inside of me. I ride him, aching from our first session, but it doesn’t bother me.
“You’re a good partner. You’re fierce when you want to be. And you look goddamn perfect with my dick in your mouth.” He puts two fingers between my lips and I suck them as I ride him faster. The glow’s building and I’m ready to burst.
“More,” I beg, going faster, grinding and riding.
“I love every inch of this messy little pussy,” he whispers, and that’s enough. My triggers pull and I break for him a second time, coming so hard I bite his chest. He holds me, thrusting and taking control until he finishes too.
I’m basically chafed as I roll myself in the silky sheets. He’s grinning like an idiot and we’re both flushed from the orgasms.
“Now I’m ready for bed,” I say, satisfied and sleepy.
“Champagne first.” He rolls over and calls down to the front desk. When he hangs up, he studies me as he pulls on his boxer briefs. “What do you think about coming to dinner with us tomorrow?”
I prop myself up and frown. “Really? With your Quebecois gangsters?”
“I’ll tell them to bring their wives or girlfriends or whoever. It’ll be an informal way to get to know each other with a little buffer to keep things from getting serious.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll keep you safe if you’re nervous about that.”
I shake my head, surprised to find that I hadn’t even considered my own safety. “No, I mean, this is your business. I didn’t really think you’d want me getting involved.”
He sits at the edge of the bed. I shuffle over and put my head in his lap, and he gently strokes my hair. “I want you there. You know what I do. You understand why we’re here. I think you’d be useful.”
“Useful?” I laugh and kiss his knee. “Just what every girl wants to hear.”
He pulls me up into his arms and we lounge on the bed together. I’m smiling the whole time.
I should probably stay back at the hotel. Having dinner with gangsters and their wives isn’t really my thing—except if I’m honest with myself, my whole life has been one long dinner with gangsters and their wives. My father’s a gangster, my brothers, my uncles, everyone I know.