Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
It was so fucking lame, I know. I’m a forty-year-old man, but this young woman cared. She loved, she … called to me. Reaching out, I stroke her hair back from her face. She is the only woman I have ever craved and not taken. I’ve watched her from afar, keeping an eye on her, while having a parade of women by my side.
Ivan had known all along, I know he had, and he’d made sure I finally got the woman of my dreams. He would act like it didn’t matter, like it was all one giant coincidence, but I knew differently. Ivan wasn’t stupid. He had his spies everywhere. At all times he needed to make sure his men were loyal to him, which is how his suspicions about Oleg came about.
Adelaide releases a sigh and turns toward me. The negligee she wore was way too loose for her. Since being hurt, she had lost a little weight, and I didn’t like it. I loved Adelaide’s curves. I had never been a man who liked skinny women. They were way too breakable, and it also reminded me of a time in my life I would rather forget. I’d been starved myself. Denying myself the simple pleasures of life was never going to happen.
The top of her negligee had fallen open, showing off her full, ripe tits. Seeing them, so beautiful and on display, made my dick ache. It had been too long since I had felt the pleasure of her pussy wrapped around me. Sliding my finger from her face, I stroke down the curve of her neck, down her chest, and stroke across the mound.
Another moan escapes her lips, and I smile. Gliding across the bud, I stroke the soft flesh and it immediately hardens beneath my touch. Adelaide’s body knows who’s the boss, but she doesn’t know it yet. This body is mine.
I stare at her face and wait, touching her, wanting her to wake up and not be afraid. Her breathing has changed so I know she’s awake, and as her eyes open, they stare right at me. There’s no fear there.
She licks her lips and I slowly lower, taking the bud into my mouth, sucking it. Adelaide gasped and arched up. Moving my hand across her chest, I hold her in place, flicking my tongue even as my teeth hold her in place. Another moan, this time guttural and deep. Letting go of her nipple, I glide my tongue across, taking her other tit into my mouth, tasting her. Stroking my hand down her body, I grab the edge of the blanket and pull it off, exposing her to my gaze. She’s not wearing any panties and the negligee has rolled up her thighs.
Moving between her legs, I take the edge of the fabric and lift it up. Adelaide helps me by sitting up, holding her hands above her head, and then I toss the negligee to one side, letting it fall on the floor.
Her hands fall behind her, holding herself up, and I capture her face then take possession of her lips. I try to tell her with my body rather than words what I feel for her. But I don’t know if she understands. Adelaide is such a stubborn woman, and she’s been hurt so much by those closest to her.
Breaking from the kiss, I trail my lips down to her neck, sucking on the tender flesh, hearing her slight intake of breath. So sexy. Nipping at her pulse, I move down, going to her breasts, drawing them together, and licking at each nipple in turn. She had such juicy tits. Pressing my face against them, I kiss each mound before working down, kissing her stomach, even the scar she now has.
I grab her legs, spreading them open as I move between them, staring at her pretty pussy. I ease open the lips of her sex and stare at her clit. The opening of her pussy is so tempting, but I don’t touch her there. My primary focus is her clit.
Using my tongue, I start to tease her, working between her legs, stroking, watching her reaction as I work her pussy. My name spills from her lips, and I can’t resist her anymore. Going down her slit, I stroke her entrance.
All mine. No other man had tasted her. Touched her. Adelaide was mine, all fucking mine. Plunging inside her pussy with my tongue, I work my fingers across her clit, feeling her pulse around my tongue. I want her to be dripping wet, but I also want to feel her come on my dick, that tight cunt squeezing me for every single drop of my cum.
I’m like a man possessed. I can’t help what I want. I just know I want it, and I want her.