Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
I reach my own conclusion when he heads back my way. The foil disk in his hand can’t be mistaken, not to mention how he rips it open with his teeth while his free hand works his belt through the loops of his pricy trousers.
A condom.
Pleasure still blazes through me, burning me from the inside out, but now I’m also worried. The girth plumping out the crotch of Andrik’s trousers can’t be missed. He’s hard and jutted, and I struggled to accept his fingers without pain, so questioning my ability to take his cock is understandable.
It is huge, fat, and does that boing every girl fantasizes about when they conjure up the man of their dreams as he yanks his boxers past his trimmed yet still mannish balls.
I am confident it will not fit inside me.
“Andr—”
“Page thirty-three will have to wait.”
After sliding the condom down his lengthy girth, he looks up at me and winks. I almost climax again. His confidence is as thrilling as the veins feeding his magnificent cock.
“As much as I want to watch you ride my cock as well as you did my face, I want to drink in your expression the first time you swallow my cock more.”
He shrugs off his button-up shirt and toes off his shoes before he grabs a handful of pillows from a three-seater couch. After tossing them onto an expensive-looking rug, he plucks me from the armchair like I don’t weigh a thing, and then he undresses me.
He takes his time, savoring every moment, until I’m standing before him in a pair of lacy panties and heels I’m confident were designed to pierce a man’s ass while he fucks you hard and fast.
Andrik smiles, convincing me that he heard my inner monologue, before he walks me toward the fort of pillows.
“Sweet… lord…” I push out between big breaths when a second after he lays me onto the rug, he returns his mouth to my pussy.
He doesn’t bother slipping my panties to the side this time. He sucks my clit through the drenched material before he uses their scantness as a tissue to mop up some of the mess inside.
For several long minutes, he feasts on me with a skill that suddenly bombards me with jealousy and until his name is added to the guttural moans ripping from my throat.
Then he does it again—minus interfering panties this time.
I’m so limp and pliant after the umpteenth orgasm courses through me that it takes several long seconds to realize he paid more attention to the brochure in Dr. Hemway’s office than he made out.
After pocketing my panties with no concern that they’re the only pair I am traveling with, he positions me as per the cartoon character instructions on page seventeen. Instead of stuffing pillows under my hips on a bed, he does it on the floor of his living room, and he kneels between my legs instead of standing at the foot of the mattress.
Doubt creeps through my veins, turning them icy.
If he’s following the recommendations of the brochure, does that mean he knows about my condition? Is he aware that I am broken?
He couldn’t. Otherwise he wouldn’t look at me like he does. No one has ever looked at me with so much desire. Don’t get me wrong, they liked what they saw and came quick enough for me to never doubt my attractiveness. They just had that disappointed, this-will-only-ever-be-a-one-night-affair expression seconds after finishing.
Andrik is making out like page seventeen is foreplay, and we will explore other positions later.
I shoot my eyes to Andrik’s face when he braces the crown of his thick cock against the opening of my pussy. He doesn’t wait for permission to enter me. He slowly notches in, his speed and eye contact as painful as the burn of his stretch.
I’m drenched front to back, but no amount of wetness could prepare any woman for a man of his size. He is bigger than any man I’ve been with and shockingly more gentle.
I didn’t think he had it in him. He portrays a man who likes to fuck. Hence my body tightening instead of loosening when he notches in the first couple of inches, so to say I’m shocked is an understatement—a big one.
“Christ,” he hisses like a snake. “You’re so fucking tight.”
With one hand under my hips, lifting them higher, he sinks in another couple of inches before flexing his cock.
Shockingly, I moan. He’s deeper than I’ve been taken, filling every inch of me. Other than the burn of being stretched beyond my limits, the pain is bearable. Pleasurable, even.
“It must be the position.”
It dawns on me that I said my thought out loud when Andrik replies to it. “Or perhaps because I didn’t come within two seconds of being strangled by your cunt, милая. A lesser man wouldn’t have been able to hold back.” Desire races through my veins when he mutters under his breath, “Doesn’t mean I will go any easier on them.” He rakes his eyes down my body, his trek starting at the area where we’re intimately joined before arriving at my eyes. “Just the thought of them seeing you like this—”