Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
He leans forward, kissing me. Taking me in. I want to touch him and pull him to me, but my bound position won’t allow it. My ass and pussy are soaked from the lube, and it all feels so good.
“Do you want more, sweetheart?” he asks, and I’m shaking because it’s too much but not enough.
“Yes,” I’m quick to say, because this slow torture is killing me.
“Good girl,” he says as he pulls out the vibrator, and I’m immediately frustrated until I realize he’s lining himself up under me. I hold my breath as he pushes into me, stretching me farther than my toy ever could.
He props his foot on my reading chair, and I groan as he sinks in deeper, one of my legs loosely hung over his leg as he continues to thumb my asshole.
“Oh my god,” I say, never realizing sex could feel this intense.
I’m frustrated when he pulls his thumb out, but my eyes burst open when I feel the nudge of the vibrator at my asshole.
“Do you want it?” he croons.
I do. I want it all.
I nod slowly, trusting him, knowing full well if it’s too much, he’ll…
Oh my god. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he slowly pushes it in. Little by little, he works it into me. I don’t know where to focus—on him or the intrusion in my asshole.
All I know is I’m in pure bliss.
“Aleksandr,” I whimper.
Does it always feel this good? My arms hurt from being suspended, but I don’t care. Even though I’ve given him full control, I feel like he’s worshipping me.
He thrusts deeply into me, and I moan, fighting my urges to grab onto him. The vibrator buzzes as he kicks it up a notch, and I feel like I’m going to come undone. I’m so fucking full.
Alek’s fingers brush against my lips, and before I know it, they’re slipping into my mouth, along my tongue, and pushing to the back of my throat. I suck on them, moaning and whimpering as he fucks me.
Fuck, has it always been like this?
Alek’s pace picks up, and my legs begin to quiver as the pleasure climbs, and I realize I’m about to come. I can’t tell him because my mouth’s full of his fingers. When it breaks over me, I bite down on his fingers. Licking along them as I ride wave after wave.
He seems to slow down, letting me focus on the pure bliss washing over me. He removes his fingers from my mouth and then kisses me. With a glazed look, I murmur, “I love you, Alek.”
He chuckles as he stretches up to unhook the bar, his cock still hard as he slides the toy out of my ass. “Now you tell me that, after I fuck you so good. But I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he says as he tugs the bar toward him again. I’m limp against him, but he shoves me onto the bed, and I bounce.
“I’m going to fill all of your holes with my cock tonight, sunshine. And you’re going to swallow my cum like a good girl. Do you understand?”
I nod obediently as he lovingly brushes his fingers along my jaw, then grabs the hair at the back of my head and stuffs my mouth with his cock.
CHAPTER 44
Aleksandr
Iwatch her, amazed. It was only last night I was filling that beautiful mouth with my cock, and now I watch her in awe as she captivates the crowd. A crowd that is far larger than the previous theater where she performed could hold.
With or without me, she was always meant for this stage. I dip my gaze toward Anya, who’s sitting in the box with me. Her arms are crossed, unimpressed by musicals in general, but her eyes light up when Lena comes on stage.
To think at any point I thought Cinita’s dancing was captivating. I was so fucking wrong. That has nothing on Lena’s singing.
Lena’s voice dramatically cuts off. The air fills with suspense, and right on cue, everyone stands, applauding. I can see the rise and fall of her chest, and I stand with them and clap.
Beautiful.
A masterpiece.
Everything.
We leave as everyone else does. This time, Lena told us we can’t come backstage because she wants to celebrate her first show with her new colleagues. It works out well since Anya and I have a few things to clean up. It doesn’t make me any less miserable that I have to share Lena, though.
“Stop pouting,” Anya says with arms crossed over her chest as she sits in my passenger seat. I’d become so used to Lena sitting there that I’m sadly disappointed by my sister’s company. Not that I’d ever tell her that.
I didn’t understand these feelings when she’d found River.
Neither of us had been raised on love, and we were still doing a shitty job at it. But I understand why my sister got married. She’s the same woman who tears men’s balls off for sport, but there’s an added something to her now.