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)
Finally, she starts moaning as her hips buck as if she can’t keep her pleasure under control. I have to focus on keeping my dick against her clit, wanting to slip up and into her. It feels like it would happen so effortlessly. I could glide in deep, own her, claim her, and show her who she belongs to.
She grabs fistfuls of the sheets, moaning almost musically, pumping her hips. She suddenly stops when her sexy-as-hell bucking strokes her hole against the tip of my dick, nearly making me slip in again.
As her orgasm fades, I stroke around her entrance. “Duh-Dimitri,” she murmurs, doing a terrible job of hiding how badly she wants it.
“I know,” I groan, stroking around and around her hole. “You want this. Don’t lie to me.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers. “I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Not being good enough.”
“You’re already more than that.”
I grip her hips with both hands and aim my dick directly at her sweet hole. When I push against her, she lets out the sort of moan that tells me I’m right. She wants and needs this. Then it’s like she remembers she’s supposed to be nervous. She slides away from me and rolls onto her back, staring up at me with wide eyes.
Her eyes have fear in them. It’s like she thinks I’m going to hurt her, but it’s my job to keep her safe, always. My dick throbs, come threatening to erupt, as I stare down at her plump tits and her glistening, soaked slit.
“Dimitri,” she whispers.
“Is this how you want it, then?” I snarl, climbing onto the bed.
She moans and opens her legs for me, letting me slide my manhood up her thigh and to her hole. When I kiss her entrance with my hard dick, she reaches down and grabs me. “Nah-uh,” she moans. “Not yet. Let me do something else. I want to make you feel how you make me feel.”
She strokes her hand up and down my length. I lean back slightly, letting me get a better view of her body. She has one eyebrow raised, nodding as she does it like she wants to make sure she’s driving me as nuts as I drove her.
The way her tits shake push me right to the edge. Her hand moves slick and hot and fast up and down my dick. Toward the end, when I feel the come pushing right against my tip, it’s almost like I’m fucking her tight virgin hole. Each time her big, juicy, curvy tits shake, it’s like I’m pounding into her. Fucking her. Owning her.
Ah, ah, ah. Come erupts, exploding all over her pussy. She gasps as wave after wave of hot release lands on her virgin slit. I stare down in awe at the sight of her thick, gorgeous folds soaked with my come, her slit still shining and wanting more.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl, getting hard again already as I slip my hand over to her pussy. With my hand wet with my come mixed with her juices, I slide my fingers easily into her.
She makes the hottest whimpering, shocked noise as I start finger fucking her. My dick floods with tension again. She looks down between our bodies, gasping as she stares at me.
“It’s because I need you,” I tell her, as her pussy makes wet noises and tightens around my finger. “I know, I know. Later, but for now, just come for me again.”
Her moans louder as her hips chase the pleasure, moving back and forth. When I slip a second finger into her, she scrapes her hands down my chest. I don’t even feel the bruising anymore or remember the pain. All that feels real is my woman—my Lia. When she comes the second time, I lean down and kiss her, catching the orgasm and tasting her pleasure.
After, she mutters, “Do you think… or is that silly?”
“Is what silly?” I say, kissing her on the cheek.
She smiles. I can feel the shape of her face shifting against my mouth. “I mean, just now, you sort of put your, you know, stuff into me.”
“My come?” I say, laughing. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
“Yeah, but what if it gets me pregnant? Does it work like that? Should I get the pill or something?”
“No,” I say firmly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
She tilts her head, studying me. I don’t want to explain it, but the idea of her using the pill makes me feel sick. I can’t even explain it to myself. It comes from the same place as knowing that Lia is the one for me, with the same certainty. I don’t have to question it. I don’t even have to think about it.
Lia belongs to me. That includes her womb. I don’t care how fucked-up that is.
CHAPTER 18
DAHLIA
Just after lunchtime, I go to the library and lay out some newspaper. My stuff and painting supplies from the Sokolov Securities offices have finally arrived. It feels good to wear my old hoodie and sweats, even if they’re tattered. It brings some sense of normalcy to this craziness.