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)
“You’re doing everything right.”
Wrapping my lips around the head of his dick, I suck him into my mouth and draw him in.
“Oh, fuck!”
I stopped. “What?”
“Your mouth shouldn’t feel so good.”
I can’t help but smile, putting my mouth back on his cock and sucking him in, tasting him.
Humming around his length, I start to bob my head, loving how he fills my mouth, but suddenly he pulls out and his lips consume mine. His tongue plunges inside and I meet him, tasting him, wanting to deepen the kiss.
Andrei pulls away again, and this time he kisses down my body until he gets to my pussy, and then his tongue dances across my clit. I gasp, saying his name, repeating it, as he strokes over the pleasured bundle of nerves. It’s so intense, I can’t think straight, not that I want to. He feels amazing.
He goes down to my entrance and plunges inside, repeatedly, but it’s not enough. Andrei knows what my body wants and needs, and he brings me to orgasm, sharply, quickly, but he’s not done with me.
Andrei moves me so that I’m on my knees. He grabs my ass, spreading the cheeks wide, and he lets out a groan. I gasp as he gives my ass a slap, and then he’s balls-deep inside my pussy. From this angle he feels harder than ever before, hitting right to the hilt where it’s almost too painful, but so damn good.
His hands go to my hips, holding me in place, keeping me there as he starts to pound harder and faster.
I know I’m close to orgasm again, and he pulls out, and then we’re back to where we started, where I’m straddling his waist. Only this time, he’s inside me and I’m gripping his shoulders as he tells me exactly what to do. I’m riding him, fucking his cock, enjoying every single second of pleasure, and I don’t want it to end.
Andrei licks his fingers, moves them between my thighs, and starts to play with my pussy.
I’m so close that all it takes is a few strokes and I’m coming, screaming his name. He follows me, his hands digging into my hips as he floods my pussy. I feel every single pulse as he comes, and I wonder if we are going to make another child together.
****
Andrei
“What is this, Andrei?”
I smiled as I moved toward my wife. The island had been a dream and I had to say, I hated being back in the city. I’d been looking for a house, somewhere away from all the distractions of life, far from the penthouse. I’d found this beauty, in the middle of nowhere, enough land for us to build whatever we wanted, and this beautiful seven-bedroom house, complete with an en suite.
Ivan sent me the details for it. It was going for a great price. I’d already purchased it, but after a brief look at the details, I just knew Adelaide would love it. There was a great deal of security, and I was already making the necessary choices for the men who’d be guarding my wife.
“It’s a house,” I said.
“I know it’s a house, silly, but I was wondering why you’ve brought me here.” She spun in my arms and tilted her head to the side, eyes wide. I don’t know how she got prettier every day, but she did.
Kissing those tempting lips, I smirked. “What do you think?”
“Are you planning on buying this place?” she asked.
“It’s ours, if you want it.”
“What about the penthouse?” She frowned.
“I’ve still got the penthouse, but we need a real place. Not one that has marks on the floor showing where you can move. I’ve watched you. You can handle heights to a certain point. I did look at a bungalow, but I’ve got to have me some views, baby.” I kissed her nose.
“Your work is more important. Don’t you have to be present at all times?”
“I am present at all times. It doesn’t matter where I live. This means we can invite Aurora and Slavik over.”
“Don’t forget their little girl,” Adelaide said.
How could I forget? Ivan had been raving about the little brat. I was happy for Slavik. Delighted for him, in fact. The next generation was starting, and it was good news. The Volkov Bratva was not going to die out. Ivan’s ways would remain and I was hoping it would grow.
But, Slavik having a little girl got me thinking about the child we’d lost—the baby Bethany had taken from me. Adelaide hadn’t been far enough along and I didn’t ask the doctor to find out the sex or any of that shit. I don’t even know if it was at the stage when the sex was determined. Didn’t they all start out as girls? I didn’t know fucking biology that well. Just enough to keep people alive long enough to cause them the most pain. I knew a lot, but not enough about babies and shit. Anyway, I couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Slavik had a girl. I had nothing. And Bethany was still alive.