Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
His fingers touched her anus again and this time she didn’t jump back startled, she waited, allowing him to take his time, to work her anus as he did so. Another whimper escaped her as his finger pressed against her asshole, and this time he didn’t stop.
At first, there was a little amount of discomfort, and then that morphed fast into pleasure. Especially as he let go of her hip to stroke between her thighs, touching her clit, sliding his fingers through her wet slit, getting her nice and wet. She started to rock back against him, not just his cock, but also his fingers. It wasn’t long before he added a second finger and began to spread them, and she whimpered.
“One day soon, I’m going to fuck this ass, Agatha, and then you’re going to be all mine.”
She didn’t have a problem with that.
He pulled his fingers from her ass and then held onto her hips, pounding inside her, fucking her harder than ever before.
She felt her own orgasm start to build, but she didn’t quite reach it before she heard Boyan’s growl of release as his grip tightened on her body to almost bruising. Not only did she hear him, she also felt his cock jerking inside her, filling her with his cum.
It hadn’t even subsided and he kissed her neck, pressing her to the bed. “Touch your pussy, Agatha. Make yourself come.”
Sliding her hand between her body and the bed, she touched her pussy, stroking over her clit, and she felt Boyan’s hand move to cover hers, guiding her fingers over her clit, working her body until she couldn’t focus. She came for the second time that day, and she hadn’t even been up for an hour.
Boyan chuckled. “I love feeling your tight cunt wrapped around my dick. This is how I should wake up every morning.”
Agatha laughed. “You could have woken me up before you got started.”
“And where would the fun in that be? You came, and I woke you up very happy and full of pleasure.”
She rolled her eyes and quickly gasped as she felt his cock seem to harden again.
“You want to go again?”
“Hell, yeah, I do, but I’ve got other plans.”
He pulled out of her pussy, and Agatha didn’t have much time to move before his hands were on her hips once again. This time, he led her into the bathroom and stepped them both into the shower.
Boyan took the full force of the cold water, waiting for it to warm up before he brought her in front of the spray. His hands wrapped around her. They were big, strong, powerful arms, and they held her captive within his, and she loved it. She didn’t want him to ever stop.
He reached for the shampoo and before she could take it from him, he squirted some onto her hair and began to lather it in. He flicked the lid back on and placed it on the shelf.
“I can wash myself,” she said.
“I know, but where’s the fun in that?”
“Is that all you’re going to say today?” She couldn’t help but smile as she looked up at him.
“Might be.”
He had this wicked smile on his lips that made her heart sing.
Once he lathered the shampoo, he moved out of the way of the spray and washed it from her hair. He wasn’t done with her, though, as he did the same with the conditioner, and then of course with a sponge and some soap.
Having him touch and explore every inch of her body was an erotic experience. One she struggled to keep a level head with. His touch was everywhere. She loved his caress and didn’t want him to stop.
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as he ran his fingers between her thighs, touching her core, she felt close to another orgasm with just the smallest of touches. What was this man doing to her?
Before he got the chance to take care of himself, though, she grabbed the soap and sponge from his hands and placed them back on the tray behind her.
“If you want to get dressed and start coffee, I’ll be done in just a few minutes,” he said.
“Not happening. On your knees,” she said.
His brows went up, but Agatha wasn’t going to leave. Boyan was too tall for her to wash his hair, so she had no choice but to command him to lower down onto the shower stall. He did so and she reached for the shampoo. He had long, thick hair, and she measured some shampoo into her hand before applying it to his hair. She ran her fingers through the strands.
“I’ve been meaning to get my hair cut,” he said.
She paused in washing his hair. “Why?”
“I hate it long, but there’s a woman at the hairdresser’s who … well…”