Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Come for me, Nat,” he whispers.
I can’t take it anymore. Fuck, I’m so pent-up. I grab his shoulders as my body shakes with bliss and all my triggers pull.
I explode for him. I’m a mess for him. I tremble and shake for him as the orgasm rips me into gorgeous, featherlike pieces.
He puts me back together against with soft kisses. “Natalya,” he whispers, mouth peppering my neck as he unbuckles his belt. I’m blinking rapidly and staring down at his thick, hard cock. “Get into my lap, Natalya. Don’t make me wait.”
I do as he says. What other choice is there? I straddle him and feel his massive, swollen tip press against my dripping entrance and I’m trembling with effort and anticipation. This happens like in a dream, in soft-lighting, in slow-motion. I haven’t had sex in a long time, and this man is massive, he’s absolutely huge, and he’s Alex. I keep coming back to that: I’m kissing Alex, I’m touching Alex, I’m coming on Alex’s hands, and I’m about to ride Alex’s dick.
I don’t stop as I kneel on the bench and he guides my hips down.
His mouth finds one nipple as he fills me. My back arches with a mix of bliss and pain. I don’t know if he would’ve fit if I hadn’t come once already, leaving me a soaking wreck, but he glides in deep and I have to stay down at the bottom to get used to his size, shaking and kissing him for a few agonizing and incredible seconds.
“Your music fucked me up,” he whispers and moves my hips back up. I’m trembling with bliss as he does it. “I don’t know where you’ve been Natalya, but now that I’m here, I can’t stop.”
“I can’t either,” I admit.
“You feel too fucking good. You taste too fucking good. And that song’s in my head.” He guides me down and up, down and up, his cock filling me, and I’m dripping down his shaft, I’m so damn wet. “Look at you baby, such a god damn mess, and all for me.” His fingers squeeze my ass and grip me tight like he’s holding on in case something comes to take me away.
I ride him like that, arms around his neck. He kisses my throat, bites my shoulder, slides his tongue into my mouth, as the pressure and bliss grows again. The rickety little piano bench wasn’t made to handle two grown adults, one of which is a massive, muscular beast, and I keep waiting for it to break—but instead, it only creaks and rocks with our rhythm.
My brain’s completely off at this point. There’s no more conscious thought. All I want is Alex inside of me as I push down harder, going faster, breathing heavy. Pleasure fills me, sharp and wild, and he spanks my ass hard, getting a better grip.
“My fucking Natalya,” he says, voice hoarse with lust.
His Natalya.
I moan, out of my mind, and I can’t take much more. I go harder, bite his lip, beg him to kiss me. He gives me what I need, and the orgasm builds and builds in my core, crushing and overwhelming, and I’m sweating like crazy in this cramped, hot little space, and I must look like a total mess, but I don’t care.
“Come on me like I’ve always dreamed you would,” he whispers, eyes burning into mine, one hand on my ass and the other holding my hair, and that finally does it.
Like I’ve always dreamed.
I moan low and the orgasm tears me to shreds, but I don’t stop. I go faster, harder, and feel him stiffen as I come, feel him fill me to the brim, feel the warmth between my legs. He moans my name, the most sensual thing I’ve ever heard, and I end up collapsed in his arms, his cock still buried between my legs, both of us breathing hard.
Reality reasserts itself.
Softened and muted by the post-orgasm haze, but still.
I’m suddenly very aware of what just happened.
With much less grace than I would like, I get off his lap and back away. He stays there, cock still half-hard, staring at me with a dark look in his eye. He looks like a conguering Viking, rippling with muscle, dick still twitching and shining with my wetness, staring at me like he’s going to fuck me into pieces.
“That was, uh, unexpected,” I finally manage to say, looking around for my underwear. I find them on the floor near the coffee table and yank them on followed by my shorts.
He doesn’t rush to get dressed.
“It’s definitely not what I thought would happen when I came here,” he admits, sounding almost lazy about it.
“What did you think would happen?”
“I figured I’d find Little Nat playing socialite on the Champs-Elysees, wrapped in furs and dripping in diamonds. Not… this.”