Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
“I’m only cock-spoiled. You are spoiled in every other category.”
I brushed the honey-dripping strawberry against her lips.
She opened them.
I placed it on her tongue.
She took it.
Then, I kissed her. The sweet tartness of the berry mixed with the honey coating our tongues. I twisted mine around hers, and she moaned with pleasure.
Right as she moaned, I left her mouth.
“Damn it, Kaz. Bring your lips back.”
“But, you want space.”
She sucked her teeth. “I know you better be over that.”
“Surprisingly, I am not.”
“Then, get over it.”
“Yet. . .we have both established that I am spoiled.” I dipped my finger in the cup of chocolate. “How could you think I would let you be far away from me?”
“It was going to be for one evening.”
“One evening is too fucking much.” I painted a nipple with the warm chocolate, covering the stiff little point.
She stirred and twisted those hips.
“You could have gotten more people killed.”
She looked like she was about to answer.
I dove toward that nipple and lapped at it, loving the taste of her and the chocolate.
“Oh.”
I licked a circle around her nipple, making sure I gathered up all the sweetness.
She arched her back.
Grunting, I moved away and grabbed sliced plums. Their sweet liquid dripped down my fingers. This time, I smeared the juices and cool plum against her lips. She lathered up some of the fruit. The liquid dripped down her chin. I dove for that, licking and lapping on her chin and throat.
“Oh fuck, Kaz. Please just. . .”
I leaned back and licked my lips. “What do you want, mysh?”
Her voice held a fierce pleading. “I want you to touch me all over my fucking body right now.”
I chuckled.
“That’s not funny, Kaz.”
I rose. “I love when you beg.”
“I’m not begging. I’m demanding.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes.”
Laughing, I picked up the warm cup of chocolate and held it over her breasts. “Do you really think a mouse can command a lion?”
“This mouse can.”
“Hmmm.” I poured the entire cup of chocolate onto her.
“Oh.” She arched up in shock and opened her mouth. “What is that? It’s so warm.”
“I do not have time for your questions.”
“What?”
“I am hungry.” I descended on those chocolate covered breasts. It was heaven. Sweet, warm, and luscious. I had been chasing true power all my life, only to find real power right here before me.
What was more powerful than my mouse’s body? It could put holes in a country. It could start a fucking war among the deadliest crime organizations. It could make a lion kneel, obey, and beg for more.
All mine. Every inch of you.
I nibbled and swiped my tongue along the fullness of her breasts.
“Oh!”
Understand that now or deal with the consequences.
I licked and sipped up all the sweetness.
She shuddered under my tongue, writhing and twisting.
My cock ached to feel the warmth of her pussy, but I was not done with teaching her a lesson. Somehow, I dragged myself away and loudly groaned.
Emily trembled. “Come back.”
“What was that, mysh?”
“Get your ass back over here.” She tried to sit up. Her bound wrists stopped her. She lay back down in frustration. “Kaz.”
“Yes, mysh?”
“Fuck me, Kaz.”
“I am sorry.” I picked up a cup of caramel. “What did you say? My English is not so good—”
“Fuck me!” She tugged against the bindings. “Now, Kaz!”
A maddening grin spread across my face. “But, are you wet for me?”
Her voice became weak. “Yes.”
“How wet?”
“So damned wet.”
“Hmmm. That does not sound very wet to me.”
Her bottom lip quivered. “Put your finger down there.”
I raised the cup of caramel over one of her thighs. “Put my finger on your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, man.” She yanked hard at the ribbon. “When you let me out of these bindings, I am going to show you something.”
I chuckled. “What will you do?”
“You better stop playing with me.”
“Hmmm.” I poured the warm caramel over her thighs.
“Oh.” She lifted her head and inhaled. “What did you put there?”
“Does it matter?” I set the empty cup down. “We both know all you want me to do is lick it up.”
“I do.” She shivered and wildly nodded. “Please lick it.”
I lowered.
“And lick my pussy too.”
I switched to Russian. “Such a demanding mouse.”
She responded in Russian. “Fuck me, lion.”
I swayed a little from the sexy order. “You are improving more and more with your pronunciation.”
“I can improve even better if you fuck me.”
My body rocked with laughter.
She writhed. “This isn’t funny, baby.”
I licked her caramel covered thigh, taking slow, long swipes from her knee up to the area close to her pussy. Each time I lapped upwards, she twisted her hips and tried to shove that pretty pussy in my face. Somehow I didn’t take the bait.
Every time I moved back down, she sighed in frustration.
So fucking sexy.
Wetness dripped from her folds. Even the table under her ass was wet. The lush scent of her musk and heat filled the air and I deeply breathed it in.