Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Your pussy floods and coats his pistoning cock with your juices, spurting over and over again in the warmest, wettest orgasm of your life.
Shuddering and moaning from the intense force of your orgasm, you collapse into drowning ecstasy.
Your climax seems to go on forever.
The final waves of pleasure wash through you, but Kazimir is not done.
He’s still pounding into you.
He’s losing control, too.
“God, I love the way you cum.” His thrusts turn frantic and wild, slamming into your pussy.
Your walls push back against his hectic onslaught, eager for every last inch of his cock.
Then, he groans loudly like a wild beast and drives his cock one final time deep into your pussy.
The fat, thick length swells and pulses inside you.
You gasp.
His cock jerks hard and twitches inside of you.
And you know he’s cumming, filling you.
“Oh, I want to dirty you.” Fast, he pulls his cock out of your pussy and points it your way.
He sets his gaze on your face and strokes his cock fast. “You’re so beautiful.”
Fountains of cum still spurting out of the tip of his cock and spilling all over your body. It’s warm and sticky and you love every drop.
He shoots more cum.
It goes everywhere—in your hair, over your cheek, against your chin, on your tits, on your belly. His cum pools in the crevasses of your body—between your breasts, over your pubic mound, between your legs.
He stares at you with his cock in his hand and groans. “The sight of your body covered in my cum turns me on.”
Your chest rises and falls. You feel so dirty and stained with him.
“My cock should be going down, but it’s getting harder due to the sexy vision that is you.”
You give him a wicked grin.
“Come here, Novoluniye.”
You sit up.
“Lick my cock clean.”
You’re drunk off his cum and the orgasm. Plus, you love him dominating you and want to do everything he desires.
You take his sticky, fat cock in your mouth and suck it clean.
Groaning, he watches you. “Doesn’t everything taste better when it’s dirty?”
It’s a long time before you’re done.
“Fuck yes.”
You lick and suck him clean again and again and again, until you’ve cleaned every drop of his salty cum off of his cock. You swallow every drop you can get down.
He gazes at you, drinking in your beauty and submission. “Look at me.”
You raise your view to him.
“Anything you want, I will provide. Anything that you have ever dreamed of, I will make reality.”
Excitement zips through you.
Suddenly, the hotel’s fire alarm blares with a loud, obnoxious, screeching sound.
“The Scorpion.” Kazimir reaches for his guns on the night stand. “Get dressed. It’s time to end him.”
Chapter 8
The Showdown
The fire alarm continues to blare like the siren of an ambulance wailing over and over.
Kazimir makes sure his guns are loaded and then places the two guns on the side of the bed.
Glass shatters far off in the distance.
People scream even further away.
“Damn him!” Kazimir yanks his black pants up and tucks his big cock away. “I wasn’t done fucking you, Novoluniye.”
He drops to the floor. Next, he’s reaching for something under the bed.
You rush with putting your bra and panties on.
Kazimir whispers, “Come on, sweetie.”
For a moment, you think he is talking to you. Then, you turn around.
Kazimir pulls out a rocket launcher from under the bed. “Time to help papa.”
Shock hits you.
The huge weapon is almost the length of the bed. You’d only seen something like this on television or in the movies.
“Novoluniye, stay close to me.” He lays the rocket launcher on the bed. “Nothing will happen to you. I have twenty rockets loaded that confirm it.”
You hurry to the pile of clothes Kazimir had delivered for you. There’s designer jeans in your size with a simple black top next to it. You quickly put them on. The jeans comfortably hug your thighs and hips. The shirt’s soft material smooths against your skin.
Shooting sounds off in the distance.
Frowning, Kazimir looks your way. “I planned on having you model all of those clothes tonight.”
Nervous, you button your jeans and walk over to him.
Towering over you, Kazimir hits you with an intense gaze and raises his right hand. “Take this gun.”
You grab the gun. The cold metal weighs heavy in your hand. Making sure to aim it away, you lift it up and study the weapon.
“It’s off the safety.” Kazimir points to the trigger. “Anytime you’re afraid, point and pull.”
You grip the handle hard and lower it.
His gaze falls to your hand and then rises to your face. A dark groan leaves him. “Now that the Scorpion robbed me of my special fashion show, he will die in the most brutal way.”
You look up at him and widen your eyes, knowing that he means every damned word.
Those blue eyes blaze with violence. It makes him look inhuman and terrifyingly cold.