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)
Deeper. I felt the base of his cock kiss my entrance and knew that he was hilted in me.
He put his forearms either side of my head and settled lower on me and God, the feeling of his muscled body on me, his hips spreading my thighs, his pecs pressing against my breasts. I looked down at the tattoos that covered his chest: I’d never seen them so close before. A dark tapestry of stars, symbols and writing in Cyrillic that left no doubt as to what he was. Naked, with all his powerful muscles on show and without the suit to give him a veneer of respectability, he looked even more dangerous. Tattooed, naked and between my thighs, with me in my bridal lingerie, he really did look like a villain, claiming an innocent princess as his prize. A dark pulse of heat rippled down my body and my pussy tightened around him.
He began to move and God, the silken friction of him as he slid from me, the rush of heat and silvery pleasure as he filled me again. Taking his weight on his forearms, he cupped my face in his hands and stroked my cheekbones with his thumbs. He looked deep into my eyes, and I could see the concentration on his face as he fucked me in gentle waves. It was glorious. Loving. But each stroke out made the aching need more intense. And each stroke in fed the heat that was building inside me...but not quite enough for it to ignite.
I looked up at him. It was because we were married, now. He was holding himself back, being gentle with his new wife. But gentle wasn’t what I needed. Three weeks ago, I couldn’t have said the words out loud, but now…
“H—Harder,” I said.
He stared at me in astonishment. Then his eyes narrowed in lust. But he still hesitated.
“Harder...please.” I felt my face heat, but it felt freeing, too.
It was like my words unleashed him. He put his hands under my knees and raised them, bending my legs and opening me more to him. Then he planted his hands on my shoulders, pinning me in place...and began to fuck me hard.
Before, my body had been moving a little with his thrusts. Now, pinned in place by his weight, I felt every ounce of his power as his cock pistoned in and out of me. Oh God, it was incredible! Now that more of his weight was on me, his pecs were stroking my nipples on every thrust, sending out circular ripples of pleasure that combined with the ones coming from my groin and became a hot wave. It was carrying me inexorably upwards towards a climax, and every thrust accelerated me.
His gray eyes took in my flushed face, my desperate moans. “So, Krasavitsa, you like it rough.” His accent made rough into something so deliciously, darkly sexual, I wanted to bathe in it.
I panted up at him. I wasn’t capable of denying it, even if I’d wanted to.
He leaned down to speak in my ear. “I’ll make sure I treat you right, darling wife.” And he started to really pound me, his hips rising and falling effortlessly, burying his cock in me each time. The base of his cock was grinding against my clit and with his weight on me, all I could do was lie there and be fucked, be his plaything, and God... I could feel myself racing upwards towards my orgasm, each deep plunge of that perfect cock into me, each brush of my hardened nipples taking me higher. I could feel him getting closer, too, his breathing quickening, his cock seeming to swell even more inside me.
I reached up, wanting to stroke his muscled back, but he immediately grabbed my wrists and pressed them down to the bed above my head. I stared up at him, shocked, and instinctively tried to pull free. But his grip was like iron. And something about feeling so helpless made me soar upward even faster. I rocketed through the clouds and exploded, my breasts and hips grinding against him as wave after wave of the climax shook me. As I spasmed around him, he growled, gave one final, hard thrust and then shot in long, shuddering streams inside me.
The climax finally died away and I lay still beneath him, limp and utterly sated. He released my wrists and gently rolled us over so that he was on his back, and I was on top.
I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes. He wrapped an arm protectively around me. And we lay like that, with me listening to the sound of his heartbeat and him lovingly stroking my hair, until we fell asleep.
45
BRONWYN
I was lying on the most comfortable bed in the world. The mattress was heated to keep me toasty even though I was naked, and the pillows had been molded to perfectly fit my head. But one shoulder was cold, so I groped for the covers and tugged them higher. Perfection!