Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
He groans in my ear, pressing the heel of his hand into my clit before he murmurs, “Because I will always find you, Audrina.” I let out a porn-worthy moan, but nothing compares to the noise I make when he pulls aside the lace that covers my pussy to slide his finger into my slickness. We both groan at how easily his fingers enter me with one go. “So fucking wet because you are all mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please, moy. Please.”
He sinks his teeth into my neck as he groans loudly. “You naughty girl, trying to make me blow with that one word.” He licks the spot he bit. “I am yours, aren’t I? Only yours.”
“Moy!” I cry out in agreement as he starts to stroke my clit with his other hand as he slowly fucks me with his fingers.
“Hold the banister, dushen’ka.” I do as he asks, arching my ass into his groin as he peppers my neck with kisses and continues to fuck my pussy with his thick fingers. “You’re going to come quick for me, aren’t you?” he groans against my neck. “You know what it does to me that no man has touched you in over three years. That I’m the last man to ever know how sweet this pussy is. That this pussy is all fucking mine.” He adds pressure to my clit, and my body burns with desire.
“Please!” I scream just as he squeezes my clit between his fingers, releasing a dirty chuckle against my neck.
“Moy is right,” he murmurs as he works me like I’m the hockey stick he’s about to score with. “You’re all fucking mine.”
His possessiveness drives me over the edge, and I come so fucking hard I see stars behind my lids. I lean into him as he draws out my pleasure, stroking my entrance as he kisses up my jaw. I’m gasping for breath just as he is, while my body is vibrating with the need for more. I can feel his thick cock against my ass, throbbing, and I know it’s probably leaking just for me. I turn my head, and our mouths meet instantly, in a bruising kiss that I hope to feel forever. His tongue plays with mine, his fingers entering me again until I rise up on my toes, whimpering against his lips.
He pulls away only a breath to meet my gaze, pupils blown and lids heavy. My mouth quirks and I ask, “Still thinking of only kissing me goodnight?”
“Not a fucking chance.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Iknew from the first moment I tasted her mouth that no one could ever compare to her. Or how she makes me feel.
I wasn’t wrong.
No woman has ever made me ready to bust my load immediately the way she does. The way her hips swayed, the way her ass bounced as she climbed the stairs, and that little smirk over her shoulder? Yeah, gone was all my second-guessing, my long-game plan, and all I wanted was to make her come undone. I need her cries, her moans, her grins; I need fucking all of it. I need her. She has me wound so tight, I find myself thinking of my dead grandmother to keep from coming in my slacks as I guide her into my room. My hands are still between her legs, her juices running along my palm, and I’m dying for a taste.
So, I do just that. I bring my fingers to my mouth as she turns in my arms to watch. She parts her lips as her lids hood, and a flush fills her face. She’s just so fucking stunning, and she tastes like the best damn thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.
She licks her lips as I groan around my fingers. I snake my other arm around her waist, pulling her flush to me. “I’ve missed you.”
Her eyes shine with love as she cups my jaw. She runs her thumb along my beard, causing chills to rush down my spine. In the smallest, most precious voice, she tells me, “I’m here.”
Heat pools in my balls. “Just where I need you.”
I reach up behind her, unzipping her dress as our eyes spark into an inferno. She tugs at my tie then pushes off my jacket as I pull her dress down, and it gathers at her hips. She unbuttons my shirt, her fingers warm and soft against my chest as I nudge the dress down her hips. When she steps out of it, she shoves my shirt off my shoulders, and then her fingers go to the belt of my slacks. I toe out of my shoes while she makes quick work of the button at my waist before the weight of my belt has my slacks falling to the middle of my ass. With a grin, she drags them down the rest of the way and teases, “You have such a thick ass. I want to bite it.”