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)
Grabbing her waist, I thrust hard into her.
“Fuck,” she cries, riding me even harder, and it’s my turn to surrender completely.
She’s blowing my mind. Gripping her tighter I pump into her. I feel it all—every shiver, every clench of her walls around me. I fuck her mercilessly. I need to show her what it means to belong to me. Her body is mine. She is mine.
She climaxes explosively.
Now that she’s had her fun…
With our bodies still joined I rise to my feet and head over to the island. I feel her spent naked body trembling against mine. The counter's height is perfect for what I want to do. I feel the thrill building inside me.
As I bend her body over the island she shivers at the coldness of marble. She’s so much wetter than before. Exactly how I want her. I lower myself between her legs. With my hands gripping her thighs I spread her dripping pussy open.
As my lips connect with her swollen, heated sex, she cries out again, her head tilting back.
“Not yet. Please, I’m too sensitive,” she begs.
My tongue slides over her wet folds, exploring her, and her body arches right off the counter.
“Ivan, please,” she pleads.
But I don’t stop. I go deeper, my tongue pushing inside her, tasting every part of her as I hold her in place.
I suck her until I know she’s close.
“I’m going to come,” she cries out, her voice desperate and raw.
I feel her body quivering and hear the ragged breaths she takes as she tries to hold back. Her juices pour into my mouth and run down my chin. I lap it all up. She tastes so sweet I’m getting addicted to her flavor.
I laugh, feeling the thrill of power coursing through me as I plunge into her sweet pussy. She screams with shock of the brutal entry. And then her hands come around the back of her and pull me deeper into her. We become one body and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“Give it everything you’ve got,” she says.
Grabbing her by the waist, I drive into her like a wild animal. Her defenseless body jerks. The sight of my cock buried inside her naked pale body while she writhes helplessly on my kitchen counter is indescribable. I’ve got her. I own her now. I can do whatever I want with her. She is my possession. For the next month, my cock is going to be inside every orifice. Day and night. I’m gonna fuck her. There will be no respite.
Her moans grow louder as I ram into her. Pleasure coils tightly within me until it feels like I’m ready to explode.
Suddenly she gasps, her body tightening around me as she’s pulled over the edge. Her cries fill the room, and the sound of it—her pure, raw pleasure—sends me spiraling. I’m no longer in control, and as her orgasm hits, I let my climax hit.
Everything else fades away as I lose myself completely.
In the distance, I hear her gasps, her cries, the weight of her body against mine. When it’s all over I pull out and look down. The sight of my seed leaking from her swollen pussy makes me smile. She is embarrassed and tries to straighten, but I push her back down. I get on my knees and lick her from clit to asshole.
I help her up and her knees are so weak she has to lean against the counter. I look at her flushed face. She looks exhausted.
“You licked me after sex. No man has done that.”
I slide an arm around her knees and hoist her into my arms.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Taking you to bed. It’s been a long day for you, Little Miss Muffet.”
“Are you the spider?” she asks and yawns.
“What do you think?”
“I think yes,” she says sleepily.
“Then that is what I am.”
“You know Miss Muffet ran away from the spider, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know.”
She stares into my eyes as I carry her up the stairs. By the time we reach the bedroom, she looks half-asleep. I lay her down on the bed and pull the duvet over her. She curls like a cat on her side. I watch her for a moment, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.
I don’t get attached easily, and I don’t take an interest in people. But I’m breaking all the rules for her. There is a frown on my face, as I switch off the lamp by her bed and exit the room.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LARA
Ifeel sticky and I reek of dirty sex.
I want to get up and clean myself, but I find myself unable to move. I lie on the bed as if paralyzed. All I can do is stare up at the ceiling and loathe myself for how weak I feel.
I realize my month here is going to be far more complicated than I imagined it would be.