Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“What about….”
I kiss her before she can finish the sentence.
She moans through the kiss, then sinks into it, making the cutest muffled gasping noises as our lips fuse. The fire in me blazes as I surge forward, pushing her against the bedpost, kissing her hard.
She returns the kiss, our tongues clashing together, our teeth hitting softly once or twice as our passion grows even hotter.
My hand moves across the bed, driven by fate, driven by the compulsion gripping me each and every second.
She breaks off the kiss when I grab onto her thigh, her breath warm as it picks up.
She’s pants over me.
“You feel so fucking perfect,” I snarl, gripping greedily onto her flesh as I slide my palm further up her thigh.
She leans back slightly, softly moaning like she doesn’t know what to do. She couldn’t look more innocent if she tried, a spark of sassiness in her eyes, her lips pouting into the next moan.
I glide my hand higher and higher, then her hand darts down, grabbing onto my wrist.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s….”
She squeezes onto my wrist. For a second, I’m sure she’s about to tell me she can’t. But then she shakes her head, the lust returning, conflicted with something else.
“It’s my underwear,” she says finally. “They just gave me this goofy dorky stuff and it’s…are you sure you want to….”
“What?” I say huskily.
Her blushing cheeks are driving me closer and closer to the breaking point. It’s the shiver in her voice, too, like she knows her predator is finally here.
“See them? Yes, yes I do.”
I snarl out the last word, gripping the hem of her sweats.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want it,” I snap. “But you’re making me crazy, Liliana. I can’t stop thinking about your body. Curvy in all the right places. With your thick gorgeous thighs and your pussy. Are you wet for me, Liliana? Are you getting soaked for me?”
I pull her waistband, slipping my hand down her pants. Leaning over, I smooth my hand down to her sex.
I can feel her wetness through the underwear, making the material damp, the warmth against my fingers causing my cock to grow rock-hard instantly. Or even harder, since I was already solid, precome leaking burningly out of my tip.
She groans, still grabbing onto my wrist but moving it with a different intent now. My woman is sparked up, ready to cream for me, making her slit even wetter.
“You’d be sexy in anything,” I growl. “Let me see you in that underwear. Let me show you how sexy you are.”
I lean away, staring firmly at her, feeling like the Bratva boss I am. My seed is rioting in my balls, eager to get out, to be inside of her.
“Really?” she whispers. “It’s so dorky.
“Now, Liliana.”
She tilts her head, smiling softly. “I sort of like it when you boss me around. But only a little.”
I smirk, knowing she’s mine because of this, the simple fact of it. The levity in the middle of this cock-aching lust.
“Just a little, then.”
She giggles and then moves so she’s on her knees, making her beautiful big tits shake for me. “Are you sure?”
“Undress for me. Leave everything on but your underwear. Now.”
She leans back, her cheeks getting even more flushed, then nods while moaning in the most ball-tingling way. She grabs her hoodie and pulls it over her head, her T-shirt bundled up in there.
“Uh, can you help?” she laughs when it’s stuck.
I grin as I lean over, my hands brushing along hers as I help her pull it over her head.
Then I can’t grin anymore.
All I can do is stare at her tits, barely contained in the simple bra. There’s so much of her right there, thick and juicy and perfect. I reach out, squeezing them together, groaning as I feel how ready her flesh is. She moans like she can’t believe it, and the same feeling rushes through me.
It’s happening. Right here. Right now.
“Wait.” I lean back, somehow removing my hands. “Let me see the rest of you.”
She wiggles from side to side, lying back as she slides out of her pants.
That captivating redness never leaves her cheeks, burning hotter as she throws her pants to the floor. She does it with a flare, a toss of her hand like she’s trying to tell me she’s not afraid.
But I can see the prey-like shiver in her eyes. She wants to be caught.
Only by me.
No other man gets to see her like this.
To touch her.
“I’m glad you’ve got the curtains open,” I snarl as she sits back, her legs slightly open, shifting around like she’s horny but doesn’t know what to do.
“W-why?” she stutters.
“I can see that spot of wetness.”
Luckily, nobody can see in here. The night is dark. We’re too high up for the guards.
Nobody. But. Me.
I almost howl.
I gaze at the stickiness of her panties, making me impossibly harder, until – for a crazy second – I think I might explode right there.