Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Chapter 37
Carmie
Lights spread across the downtown. The view from the hotel room was gorgeous. Montreal spread out like glittering jewels, a weird mixture of old and new. Even though it’s crisp and comfortable outside, I’m wearing only a pair of panties and a light black t-shirt.
I see him reflected in the window before I feel him. Lev’s hands press against my hips and his erection is half-hard against my ass. He leans down to kiss my neck and brushes my hair to the other side. “What do you think?” he asks.
“Do you know how many times I got to travel over the years?”
I can feel his smile on my skin. “Let me guess. Dozens. Hundreds.”
“Never.”
“Come on. You went on vacations, didn’t you?”
“To Sea Isle in New Jersey. Not to Montreal. Definitely not abroad.”
He’s quiet for a moment as he pushes his body against mine and pins me to the window. My fingers press into the glass and the chill brushes my bare thighs, sending a shiver down my spine.
“You’re mine now,” he whispers. One hand grabs my left wrist and pins it above my head. “Do you want to see the world?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, squirming as his fingers slowly move up my loose shirt and tease my breasts.
“Never thought about it before?”
“Honestly, I never really thought it was in the cards.” I tilt my head back and let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his fingers roll around my stiff nipples and begin moving down my belly toward the hem of my underwear.
“Why not?”
“My father was kind of… controlling isn’t exactly the word. He was restrictive. He had ideas about the kind of woman I was supposed to be.”
“That didn’t involve travel?”
“Definitely not. Travel was a luxury. What did I need to travel for?” I whimper lightly as his fingers brush down through my light pubic hair and into the folds of my pussy. He’s going slow and it’s agonizing.
“I’ll take you places then,” he whispers as one finger slides up and down, stroking my clit. “I’ll take you to Paris and London. I’ll show you Tokyo and Hong Kong. We’ll walk across Italy and eat in tiny restaurants.”
“And who’s watching the baby?”
He laughs as two fingers sink inside of my wet pussy. I groan, back arching into him. “A fleet of nannies,” he says. “However many you need.”
“I don’t know.”
“Then we’ll bring the baby with us.”
“And the nannies?”
“A dozen or more if that’s what it takes. I’m not going to keep you locked away for the rest of your life. You should get to live.”
“It’s hard to think about travel when you’re doing this to me,” I whisper, my breath coming fast and my voice deepening with lust. My eyes close as I press my forehead to the glass.
Beyond me, an entire city to explore. A world I’ve never seen before. It’s only Canada, but it might as well be another universe, as far as I’m concerned. I never really thought about how sheltered and inexperienced I’ve been, but now that I’m with Lev, it’s so obvious how much I don’t know.
He goes faster, fingers sliding in and out, teasing my clit, diving back in. I push back against him but he holds me there, controlled and pinned. I’m gasping with bliss and riding on the edge, but I don’t want to come. Not yet.
I twist from his grip and face him. He smirks at me, devilish, charming, but it’s not a mask this time.
It’s just Lev. My husband.
I drop to my knees and tug down his joggers as I go.
His cock’s hard when I take it in my hand. The glass is smooth against my back, the city past it, as I take him into my mouth. I suck his tip, my tongue rolling around the cleft, tasting his precum. Then I go deeper, sucking him slowly, and maybe with other men I might feel self-conscious, down on my knees in front of an enormous window. I bet the people across the street can see what we’re doing right now.
But with Lev, I don’t care. I’m not worried about my technique. I’m not obsessing over all the mistakes I might be making.
I’m locked in with him.
He groans and grabs my hair. I go down deeper, sucking faster. “Fuck, baby,” he whispers. “You’re such a good girl down on your knees like that.”
I respond by stroking him with one hand and the other on my thigh.
“That’s it, take my big dick in your pretty mouth. I love watching you down on your knees. You feel so fucking good.”
I moan, licking him up and down, but he pulls back. I gasp, staring at him, then he thrusts into my mouth again. Back and forth like that, in and out, fucking my face lightly. I suck hard each time he dips in, and it pops when he pulls back out. His eyes are burning. I can tell he likes this a lot.