Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Of course. Now that I know he grew up on the streets, I understand why this is important to him. There’s more to this event than advancing his business agenda. It’s evident from the passionate way he talks about it.
“All right,” I say, not that I really have a choice. Pretending to give me one is just a way of soothing my bruised feelings. It’s like inflicting a cut and making it better by sticking on a Band-Aid.
“Good.” He offers me a disarming smile. “I’ll make sure you have an appropriate dress.”
15
Alex
The morning is gray. I open the bedroom curtains wider. Thick clouds hang in the sky. Snow is forecasted from late morning onward. The river looks dark in the grainy black-and-white picture of the cold day. Just as well I took Katerina out yesterday when the weather was clear.
In the garden, the men are doing their rounds. I probably shouldn’t stand naked in front of the window.
Turning my back on the monochromatic winter image, I face a much prettier view. My kiska is sleeping on her stomach with her small hand on my pillow. The covers have shifted down, revealing the golden skin of her naked back. My cock hardens even though I had her less than an hour ago. I’d woken her at nine with my face buried between her legs. I’d been gentle, knowing she was half asleep. The sex was sweet. Vanilla. But I’m far from sated. My body demands more. With her, I always need more.
My plan was to go downstairs in search of breakfast. I have meetings scheduled at the office. After taking the day off yesterday, there’s a lot of work to catch up on. I really should go get our breakfast, but instead, I walk over to the bed. With every step, lust heats my veins. By the time I reach the edge of the mattress, my body is primed with wicked intentions. I want to bury myself so deep inside her that there will be no question as to whom she belongs. I want to pummel her pussy until I’ve eradicated this need that consumes me. The satiation will only last half a day before I’ll need her again, but at least it will afford me a few hours to focus on work.
I pull the covers slowly from her body until she lies exposed in front of me. Her legs are slightly parted, giving me a glimpse of the delicate pussy between them. Partly obscured, it’s like a hidden treasure. The illusion of being unobtainable—out of sight and out of reach—makes it all the more alluring.
Climbing onto the bed, I crawl over her body. My cock pulses with need. The simple brush of the sensitive head over the silky skin of her inner thigh contracts my balls. The base of my spine tingles as my whole body tightens with pleasure. I straddle her hips and fist the base of my cock. A drop of pre-cum spills from the slit. Using it as lubrication, I rub the crest over the pink, plump folds between her legs.
Katerina stirs. She makes a sleepy sound, followed by a throaty moan as I get her wet. Her body responds beautifully. In an instant, she’s slick. I wrap an arm around her waist and lift her lower body. Before she’s fully awake, I’m already sinking inside her. Her body is supple and soft from sleep, her inner muscles easily letting me in.
Gasping, she gives me a startled look from over her shoulder. “Alex?”
I plant a reverent kiss on her spine. “Morning, kiska.”
“What are you doing?”
I pull almost all the way out. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She stretches around me, pretty like peaches and cream. Her back arches as I slam back in, her breath leaving her lungs on another gasp, but the moan she utters tells me she likes this.
Sliding out slowly, I admire the view. I like that she shaves. I like to see everything. From this angle, she’s more open to me. I can watch as well as touch. Both her clit and rosebud asshole are accessible.
I cup her breasts and pull her into a kneeling position. Her nipples are already hard little pebbles, a telltale sign that she’s turned on. I rub my palms over the tips, enjoying the slight weight of her curves for a moment before I smooth my hands over her sides to her waist to test her balance. When I’m certain she’s stable, I start pumping my hips with an easy pace. Her body sways rhythmically to my beat. She’s a beautiful instrument to play, and all her songs are mine.
Even at the slight escalation of my pace, pleasure already draws my cock harder. I thicken inside her as her inner muscles grip me like a velvet fist. I’m not going to last long. Slipping a hand around her body and between her legs, I pull back the hood of her clit with the pad of my thumb. I use my other thumb to press on her back opening, massaging with just enough pressure to add stimulation without risking accidentally hurting her by penetrating the tight ring of muscle.