Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
This man aroused me. Slavik was doing stuff to me that I wasn’t sure I liked. I wanted to hate him, but the truth was he shattered my defenses. He took me by surprise and the guard I had up came down so easily around him.
He stroked my nipple gently through the fabric of my bra. I tried to keep my arousal in check. My body, the traitorous bitch that it was, had other ideas. She didn’t want to play nice with me. No, she liked Slavik. The more he stroked, the hotter I got, my pussy heating with each touch. He pushed the cup of the bra back, and I nearly jolted off the bed as his mouth covered the hard peak.
He flicked his tongue back and forth and made no move to leave me alone. Then he slid his body to the other side, making sure not to hurt me. The pain in my shoulder was a dull ache. The pleasure far outweighed the hurt.
I didn’t want him to stop. I liked the way he held me down as he played with me.
He did the same to my other nipple and released it with a plop, which seemed to echo in the large room.
“I fucking love your tits. They were designed for a man’s pleasure.” He cupped them both together and nibbled the edge of one. “You are beautiful to me, Aurora, and I’m the only one who should matter to you.”
He thrust his cock against me, and I couldn’t help but gasp. He was hard as rock for me. I sank my teeth into my lip in an attempt to get control of myself, but nothing worked.
Slavik let go of my tit to cup my face. His thumb held my chin, and he pulled down, releasing me. “I want to hear every single sound you make.”
“Please.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Can you?”
His gaze flickered to my arm and he smiled. “I can make it so it doesn’t even hurt.”
Was that a promise?
The moment he touched me, everything stopped hurting.
“Show me,” I said.
Slavik eased off my body and reached for his pants. The sound of the zipper echoed in the air. I never knew this sound could be so erotic, but he worked it so damn well. He pressed the tip of his cock against my wet pussy. He slid up and down my slit, getting his cock nice and slick before lining it up with my entrance.
Slowly, inch by inch, he sank inside me so I felt it all.
It was amazing. So hard. I no longer cared about the pain in my arm. My only focus was the man inside me.
He cupped my hips and gave me a few firm strokes, each seeming deeper than the one before. The angle made me desperate for more.
Suddenly, he stopped. One of his hands released me but not for long as his fingers began to stroke over my clit while he was still inside me.
“I want to feel you come all over my cock, Aurora,” he said. “Give it to me.”
His fingers were magical. I had no idea I could feel this way beneath his touch. Slavik set me on fire, hungry and desperate for more. There was no control.
He held on to it.
Nurtured it.
Captured it all to himself.
I cried out, begging for more but not really sure what I was asking for. Slavik knew. Of course, he did. This man knew everything when it came to sex and pleasure.
He was the master.
I, his student.
I came hard, screaming his name. Slavik rewarded me by pounding into my pussy, not letting go, and damn it, he was right, there was no pain. I only focused on my need for him. On the hardness as he plunged inside me. Each thrust driving me higher and higher into need unlike anything else.
He showed me what I could take. Never holding back, and when he came, I followed him into another mini-orgasm as he stroked just the right points inside me. Each flow of his cum made me feel whole. This was what scared me.
My husband, Slavik Ivanov, had started to make me fall for him, and I had no clue how to stop it.
****
Slavik
The dresses were normally monstrosities for the bridesmaids, but the one Aurora wore suited her. A beautiful pastel pink, and it was like the dress was designed exactly for her as the arms fell away from the shoulders, covering the upper arms and hiding her bandage. The very sight always angered me, but I’d been able to keep it in check.
I sat in one of the seats as Aurora took her place at the head altar. She didn’t look into the crowd as the bride began to make her way down.
The moment we’d arrived, there had been some kind of commotion. Aurora had been requested to go to the bride’s quarters immediately.