Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“They can see how badly I want you,” I growl. “They were watching us. Maybe they saw me waiting for you in your studio.”
“In the office, you mean. It seems so long ago that I was just a regular, boring cleaner.”
“You were never a regular or boring anything,” I tell her, hugging her closer. She rests her cheek against my chest, trailing her fingernails over my stomach, coaxing me closer and closer to sleep.
Closing my eyes, it’s like the patterns on my stomach are drawing shapes in my mind. Dreams swallow me. I smell the faint scent of sweat as I take in my woman’s glee-filled face, red cheeks, and bright, excited eyes. She’s holding a baby in her arms, her hair sweaty across her forehead, her smile so wide as a warm tear flows down my cheek. Then she’s in a massive cavern of a room, billowing white everywhere, as she runs around, laughing, flicking paint, little footsteps following her.
“You’d make a wonderful mother,” I moan at some point, my eyes red as sunlight blares against them.
“Hmm?” she murmurs sleepily, shifting against me.
It’s like we’re sinking into each other. “You’ll be a perfect mother.”
“Hmm,” she says warmly, snuggling closer as we drift back to sleep.
This whole time, my manhood is twitching, almost like it’s talking to me, telling me to wake up, telling me to get ready, telling me to take her right now. Then sleep and dreams drag me down again.
The next time I wake, I’ve got my hand between her legs. I’m rubbing softly, moaning wordlessly, shifting my body against hers. She’s moaning, too, in a quiet, sleepy way. From how her voice shifts, I can tell she’s still half asleep.
“Dimitri?” she murmurs when I stop.
“Yeah?”
“Were you just…”
I smirk. “I woke up, and I was touching your perfect body. I guess the sleepy version of me has his priorities straight.”
I’ve got my hand lightly resting on her leg, near her soaked sex. My manhood was hard already, but it gets even more solid now, my tip throbbing with precome as I slide my hand over her sex again. “You’re wet for me,” I say, voice heavy with desire. “I know my virgin wants to take it slow.”
“I’m your virgin, am I?”
“Who else’s?” I growl, then rub her horny slit even faster.
I love how she immediately starts kissing me when I press my lips against hers. It’s like she’s been waiting for this. I move against her, sliding my hand over her underwear, feeling her wetness, her lust seeping through. Our kiss gets even deeper and more passionate.
“I can’t give you what you want,” she says with a note of anger in her voice, almost like she’s angry at herself. “You know that, right?”
“You are giving me what I want,” I groan, rubbing her even quicker. “The way you moan, the way you move your body for me…”
“What about you?”
“I’m sure you can find some way to pay me back…”
“But Dimitri…” She digs her fingernails into my chest. “Can you stop for a suh-sec?”
The hitch in her voice gives her away. It takes so much effort to stop myself from continuing to rub her horny pussy. I can feel how desperately her body wants it, the wetness flowing from her perfect, tight slit. Somehow, I manage to pull my hand away.
“It’s not that I’m just a virgin,” she mutters. “I’ve… well… You know what happened to me, right?”
“You mentioned…” I swallow. “But you didn’t say outright.”
“Well, what do you think I meant?”
“You found your mother after she’d taken her own life. You saw it. It scarred you.” My voice grows husky when she lets out a small moan of recognition, as if she’s been waiting a long time for somebody to see and accept this part of her.
“Yes,” she whispers. “The point is, Dimitri, it made me weird, okay? Distant. A loner. I was fine with that. It just means, well, basically, I’ve never done anything. You’re the first person I’ve ever even kissed.”
“That just makes me want to kiss you more,” I groan, then claim her lips again.
Rolling over, I hold myself up on top of her, grinding myself between her legs. She opens her thighs and lets me rub my pants against her underwear so she can feel my solid outline pressing against her. She’s got her hands buried in my back, holding tightly like she can’t stand the thought of anything separating us. The tip of my manhood pulses when I feel her body grinding against me.
“But how can it?” she gasps between our kisses.
“Because it means you’re mine,” I snap. “That’s what this life has always given me. I can take any damn thing I want. Yet I never wanted anything, anyone, until I saw you.”
I kiss her again. We lose ourselves in the passion. When I roll over, she ends up on top of me, her hands propped on my chest. I smooth my hands up her body. She’s wearing a T-shirt with no bra underneath. Slipping beneath the fabric, I move to her big, juicy tits.