Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92549 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Dropping my hand to my pants, I opened the fly and with my fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft, I pushed the head of my cock between her thighs to tease her tight entrance. “Careful, little one. It is dangerous to bait a jealous man.”
Strange. I’d never been jealous over her sister and yet with Marina I’d tear the beating heart out of any man who dared to even look at her, without a second thought.
She deserved romance, flowers, and a soft, warm bed for her first time.
Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t going to let another minute pass before making her mine.
So instead, she’d get a hard fuck in a cold train car.
My hips shifted toward her.
Her back stiffened. “Kostya, don’t you dare…”
I thrust forward.
She cried out as I heartlessly broke through her maidenhead, burying my cock deep inside her. In her pain, her body clenched around my flesh.
My head fell back as a groan of pure pleasure rumbled from my chest. Never before or again would I experience the complete and perfect bliss I was in at this moment.
The moment Marina became mine, and only mine.
She struggled in my grasp. “Get off me you brute! Get off!”
Not a chance in hell. This demon was going to fuck his angel until she submitted.
My hand moved from her throat to twist into her tangled locks, anchoring at the base of her neck. Using my grip, I forced her to bend lower, pushing her hips back against mine.
With my other hand on her hip holding her still, I pulled back, catching a glimpse of the faint red streaks along my shaft before thrusting back inside her warmth.
Marina groaned as her body strained to accept the brutal intrusion. Her inner muscles rippled and spasmed along my thick shaft.
I pulled back until just the head was inside. The tight ring of muscle at her entrance squeezed around the ridge before I thrust forward, burying myself until her inner thighs caressed my balls.
With each thrust, her body fought me less and less.
Still, I would keep up the methodical thrusts until that sweet moment when I felt her body fully accept mine.
She was so close. So close.
I tightened my grip on her hair, twisting my hips with each slow thrust. Taunting her. “Stop fighting me, baby,” I ground out. It was a struggle to keep my own desire on a tight leash.
If she thought this was painful it was nothing compared to what I was capable of.
Every instinct in my body wanted to ruthlessly pound into her until she screamed for mercy. I wanted every cell of her body to know who now owned her. I wanted to brand her with the mark of my hand on her skin and the press of my cock inside her pussy. I wanted her to never again know a world without my touch.
The train was my willing accomplice, our bodies swaying with the rhythmic motion of the car, the hum of the unrelenting engine, the vibration of the wheels beneath our feet. Tears on her cheeks glinted in the moonlight filtering through the window.
My hand moved from her hip to clasp her right breast. After giving the soft curve a hard squeeze, I pinched her nipple between my fingers.
Her back arched as she hissed. The movement tightened her pussy around my cock.
Christ.
I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.
Covering her back with my body, I molded myself to her frame as I released her hair and braced an open palm against the window.
As I slowly increased the pace of my thrusts, she pressed her palms against the window as well.
It was impossible not to notice how small and fragile her pale hand looked next to my much larger, tanned and calloused one. My hand might as well have been the paw of a beast.
With my other hand still holding her breast and my body firmly bent over hers, the reins on my lust slipped.
Marina choked on a whimper as I pounded into her.
My body absorbed hers, rocking within my grasp as I thrust harder and faster. Striving toward that sudden release.
The train’s wheels kept pace with me. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Hard, unforgiving steel driving forward into the dark night with the same remorselessness I had driving into her.
Her head fell back. “Oh God!”
While I knew I could make her come with my mouth or fingers, I selfishly wanted her to come from my cock. I needed her release to be from my flesh thrusting into her. From the union of our full bodies, not just the tip of my tongue.
Her inner muscles gripped my cock.
So close…
I ran my tongue along the column of her neck, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. “That’s it, moy zaichonok, come for me.”
Her fingers curled against the glass. “I hate you!”
The sharp edges of my teeth sank into the vulnerable space between her throat and shoulder before I growled, “Then hate fuck me all you want, babygirl.”