Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
The smoothness of my reply would have you convinced I’m not seconds from falling to my knees as requested. They’re already buckled. It is just the placement of Maksim’s thigh between my legs that has stopped me from toppling.
My pulse beats in my ears when he spins me to face the mirror stretched across one wall. “Why don’t you tell me, Doc?”
“I have nothing to… tell.” The gap in my reply is compliments to one of Maksim’s hands gripping my throat while the other moves to the waistband of my stretchy black pants.
If his hold is meant to be threatening, he needs to try another tactic.
I only see it as erotic. My pants are thin enough for him to feel the heat of my pussy, and his aggressive hold on my neck has wetness pooling between my legs at a rate I’m certain will dampen his fingers in mere seconds.
I’m not the only one recognizing the sudden cause of my red cheeks and dilated eyes. After flaring his nostrils like his nose is an inch from my pussy, Maksim loosens his grip on my throat, opens my pants with a flick of his wrist, and then slips his hand inside the cotton panties I’m now wishing were lacy and scant.
An unladylike moan rips from my throat when he braces two girthy fingers against the opening of my recently waxed pussy. They’re not deep enough to break the seal no one has pierced for over three years but intrusive enough to announce how wet he’s made me.
“Fuck, Doc. You’re saturated.”
As he locks eyes with me in the mirror, he glides one finger between the folds of my pussy, opening and preparing me, before he slowly pushes it inside me.
His growl slicks his hand with wetness. “I knew you’d be tight. How long has it been?”
“A while,” I gasp out as the spasms of my clit extend to my thighs.
“How. Long?”
I whimper when his thumb circles my clit, before answering, “Th-three years. Coming up three years.”
With a pleasing moan, he increases the speed and length of his pumps. He finger fucks me for several long minutes, and the friction is delicious. It takes everything I have not to come on the spot. I’m only holding back because an unexpected pocket of turbulence reminds me of the unusual location where I decided to re-find my libido. If we were anywhere but in a washroom at thirty thousand feet in the air, I would have crumbled by now.
When Maksim adds a second finger into the mix and curls the tips to milk my G-spot in rhythm to the frantic throbs of my clit, the furious pulse raging through my body almost has me missing what he breathes into my neck. “Do you have any fucking clue how many times I’ve imagined seeing you exactly like this the past two weeks?” Wetness slicks between my legs when he rocks his hips forward, grinding his thick cock against my ass. “Every. Fucking. Day. Your face forced me to seek release with my hand every day for two weeks straight.”
His punctured words exhibit anger, but since they’re also delivered with precise swivels of his thumb on my clit, I push them to the back of my mind. I can’t talk. Think. I can’t do anything but surrender to the madness engulfing me.
I’m losing control. Consumed.
I am mere seconds from climax.
“Please…”
I feel too good to be embarrassed that I’m begging.
I’m feeling nothing but pleasure.
“Oh god, Maksim, I’m going to come.”
“No.”
I freeze as the fantasy surrounding me crashes back to reality.
“No?” I ask, certain I heard him wrong.
I didn’t.
“Not yet. I want to be inside you when you come.” He removes his hand from inside my panties and cleans his fingers with his tongue before he yanks my pants and modest cotton underwear to my knees.
I’m naked from the waist down, so I should feel exposed, but when he pops open the button on his pricy trousers and frees his fat cock, I can’t conjure up spit, let alone an emotion no woman could ever experience when being eyed with so much zeal.
While returning my needy stare, Maksim grips the base of his lengthy cock before giving it a teasing stroke. “This is what you wanted when you walked in on me in the shower, isn’t it, Doc?”
Strands of dark hair cling to my sweaty neck when I shake my head. “I… I…”
Talking is still above me. Watching him stroke his cock is better than I could have possibly imagined. It beads the crown with pre-cum and pushes my moans from husky mewls to wheezy screams.
After using the pre-cum pooled at the end of his gloriously long cock to wet the girthy head, Maksim says with a smirk, “You’re still a shit liar, Doc. You’ve imagined this as often as I’ve pictured you on your knees, sucking my cock.”