Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I look down. He’s so fucking big and hard, veins straining against the silky skin, and all I want is to taste his flushed, swollen head, to pull him into my mouth and suck until he’s the one losing control. I want to make him come apart in my hands and feel him shiver and break the way he does to me.
His breath is hot against my face, as he drops lower, his mouth trailing kisses down my stomach. Two of his fingers push inside me, filling me completely. It feels like an examination, like he’s exploring every inch of me, learning what makes me shiver, what makes me moan.
He’s between my legs in an instant, his mouth hot and wet as his tongue licks up the length of my sex.
“Oh!” A moan is torn from my lips, my head falling back as he devours me. His tongue works my clit, flicking and sucking. His mouth is relentless, driving me to the edge, pulling every ounce of pleasure from me until I’m writhing, clawing at the counter.
I hold his head, my fingers tangled in his hair, trying to push him away, but he’s not stopping. His grip tightens on my hips, pinning me in place as he fucks me with his tongue, pushing deeper, exploring every part of me. He ravishes me like a man possessed.
“Ivan,” I cry out helplessly, my body arching as I feel the pleasure build, coiling tight in my core.
His tongue drags against my clit, and the pressure is unbearable. I’m so close, and I know I won’t be able to hold on. My hands grip the counter, my legs shaking as he sucks harder, his mouth relentless.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
IVAN
When she comes, shuddering, crying out so loud it echoes off the kitchen walls, I feel such a thrill I’m ready to come myself.
I straighten, my gaze locked on her as she lays sprawled across the counter. Her eyes are glazed, lost in the aftermath of her release, her chest is heaving, and between her spread thighs, her pussy is red, swollen and glistening. By God, she is beautiful.
“Wow!” she mumbles, her voice raw and breathy.
Completely drained of strength, she offers no resistance when I gather her limp body into my arms. In fact, she clings to me, her arms wrapping around my neck like a little monkey. With her body boneless, and her head resting on my shoulder, I carry her to the long sofa. I sit on the sofa with her on my lap.
“The doctor confirmed I’m STD-free, but I don’t have any confirmation that you’re the same,” she says quietly.
“I’m afraid you’ll just have to take my word for it.”
“Isn’t that unfair?” she says.
“Life’s not fair.”
I feel the shiver that runs through her. She stares at me, her eyes enormous, and then she reaches between us, lifting herself slightly as she positions me at her entrance. I’m ready to burst with anticipation, my cock jerks violently as I prepare to slide into her heat. But she teases only me by rubbing the head of my cock against her wet folds. She drags it across her entrance, coating me in her slickness. The sensation is so damn intense, it’s sweet torture.
“You’re killing me,” I groan.
She smirks. “That one humungous cock you’re trying to get inside me, Mister. I’m just making sure you don’t tear me in half.”
Finally, she lowers herself, and I feel the tight grip of her walls as I slide into her.
“Oh my God,” she gasps.
I lock eyes with her, watching as she slowly takes me in, inch by inch, her expression shifting from pleasure, to surprise, and back to pleasure. It’s exquisite, and soon enough, I’m buried deep inside her. I don’t move, giving her time to adjust to my size, and she leans her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she impales herself completely on my cock. Her skin glows in the low light. My cock throbs painfully, but I could stay connected to her like this forever.
I lean forward, pressing my forehead against hers. Her scent hits me—sweet and warm, like fruit and pastries. It’s not like the usual expensive perfumes I’ve encountered, and the realness of it hardens me even more inside her.
Her nipples are hard, a perfect pink that I can’t resist. Cupping one, I lean in and take the peak into my mouth, sucking greedily. She tastes as sweet as she smells. She moans, her body arching, and I take my time, lavishing attention on each breast, feeling her writhe against me.
I lean back slightly, giving her room to set her feet on either side of me as she begins to ride me. Her hands grip my shoulders, her hair spilling over her cheeks as she moves. I watch, entranced. She’s beautiful—her flushed skin, her parted lips. Everything about her is intoxicating. Then she takes control and fucks me, breast bouncing beautifully, slow at first, and then faster and faster.