Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
His eyes half opened, his lids heavy with lust. I grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him with me, backing us up to the door. Then I turned the key to lock it and wiped my hand across the panel of light switches, plunging the store into darkness. I went to kiss him again, but I didn’t get time to: the instant I turned back to him, he was kissing me again and I moaned, the kiss lifting me like a wave.
He started moving us again, pushing me back as he popped the buttons on my blouse, stopping only when my ass pressed up against one of the book tables. My blouse came open and he pulled the sides wide. His hands skimmed around my back and my bra suddenly went loose. Then I groaned as he palmed my breasts, filling his hands with them and squeezing in time with his kisses, my nipples stiffening as they stroked his palms.
He whirled me around, then pulled my back against his chest. He kissed down the line of my jaw, down my neck, down to my collar bone, while his strong hands squeezed my breasts with just the right amount of urgent roughness. He circled my nipples with his thumbs, coaxing them to sweet, agonizing hardness and I trembled against him. I could feel his cock, hot and hard and powerful, grinding against my ass, and it made the pleasure twist into a needy ache. I said his name, except it didn’t come out as Radimir. “Mr... Aristov,” my fuddled brain managed.
He growled and his hands slid down my body to the fly of my jeans. The buttons popped open in a machine-gun rattle that made me catch my breath, and then his hands slid inside. He smoothed his hands over my ass, squeezing my cheeks through my panties. Then one hand swept around to the front, and I groaned and folded forwards as he stroked my pussy with two fingers. I could feel how wet I was, the filmy fabric soaked through.
He returned one hand to my breasts and used it to press my upper body back against him. His lips moved against my ear as he began to rub me. “Your breasts are beautiful.” He squeezed one breast, then rubbed his thumb over the nipple and I gasped. His voice tightened with lust. “My innocent little librarian, tending her bookstore…”
Is that how he thinks of me? Then his fingers stroked up the length of my wet lips and I moaned.
His accent carved his words into heavy blocks of ice that slid straight down to my groin. “But no one knows she’s soaking wet for a gangster.” He pressed inward through the gauzy, slick material and I felt myself flower open. I moaned again, louder, feeling my cheeks go hot in the darkness.
His teeth nipped at the side of my neck and my legs went shaky: I would have melted right down to the floor if he hadn’t been holding me. “She wants the bad guy to fuck her. Doesn’t she?” I swallowed and nodded helplessly.
But that wasn’t enough. His fingers circled my clit through the sopping fabric, and I groaned. “Doesn’t she?” he demanded.
“Yes!”
He pushed my jeans down with both hands and suddenly I was helping him, twisted my hips to shimmy them down, using one sneaker to pry the other off and then scrape at the cuffs of my jeans to help them along. There were flashes of pain in my joints as I flexed and wriggled but they were distant, muffled explosions, drowned out by the roar in my ears. The bundle of jeans, socks and sneakers collected around my ankles. I pulled one foot free, then the other, and then I was bare-legged and barefoot. I felt his thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties and then they were being stripped down, too. I swallowed as the cool air of the store kissed my soaking, sensitive pussy. This is real. This is actually happening. It wasn’t a fantasy, this time. He was actually about to fuck me.
My panties fell around my feet, and I stepped out of them, the blood thundering through my veins.
He spun me around to face him, then grabbed my waist. I yelped as I was lifted into the air and carried over to the counter. My eyes came open as he set me down sitting on the edge. The store was dark, the only light coming from the passing headlights of cars on the street. I was almost naked, my bra up around my neck and my blouse open, my pale body gleamed in the darkness.
He stepped closer, looming out of the shadows. I drank him in: that gorgeous face, his gray eyes burning with need. The huge, heavy slabs of his pecs, his chest filling my vision as he came closer still, towering over me. I could see the dark shapes of his tattoos better now through his shirt, as if the dark revealed what he really was.