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)
As you read, you widen your eyes.
Misha groans, “Would you be a good girl and take it?”
His heart rate rises and he starts to breathe faster.
“Would you love how I pound into you?”
The whole time, his eyes are focused on you through your device’s camera.
And he’s jacking his cock to the sight. He’s thinking only about you, the softness of your skin, the unique curves of your body, the warmth of your pussy.
“Damn you!” His hand is still moving up and down on his cock, wet with spit and precum.
“I want to make you mine.” His gaze is locked on you, and it should make you feel like such a goddamn goddess to make a man go delirious with horniness just from seeing your face.
“Oh!” Misha rocks his hips in the seat to get a better angle as he fucks his hand and stares at you. His balls bounce in his pants and the chair squeaks. And your face is on the screen. His target. Where he hopes to shoot his cum.
“You’re so damn sexy!” Still watching you, he moves his free hand down to his balls and rubs them while he jacks himself off with the other. “God, I wish you were rubbing these balls. Sucking them. Licking them.”
“Open your mouth for me. Let me see your tongue.” Misha slowly strokes his cock thinking about your hands on him. He imagines your delicate hands moving up and down his shaft.
“Are you wet for me?” He thinks of you caressing his balls, massaging the soft skin between his scrotum and anus. “You’re so nasty.”
“Yes. Just like that.” He imagines you, soft, wet, and sexy, standing in front of him, waiting for him to please you.
And his cock throbs as he strokes it faster into his fist.
Sweat drips down the binary cross on his chest.
Your face continues to fill his screen and it makes him lose even more control.
“So sexy.” He bites his lip and jacks his cock harder.
His sculpted abs clench as he gets closer to orgasm.
“Fuck yes!” He’s going to cum soon. He’s getting close and it’s all because of your sexy face.
His hand is a blur now as he approaches orgasm.
He growls and squeezes the mushroomed tip of his hard cock. “Yes!”
How he wishes you could watch him right now.
Cuming all over his hand, groaning as he squirts white rope after white rope of hot cum all over the place, especially on the screen.
Orgasming hard, he targets your face.
“Yes.” He jerks his cock more, thinking about your hand around his cock instead of his. Sperm stains his laptop. It sprays onto his keyboard. It spills all over his fingers. It drips on his pants.
And YOU did this!
His stomach tightens as another load is milked from him, making more of a mess of his hand, stomach, and pants.
“Fuck yes!” He drops his head back and pumps his cock fast into his hand, moaning as he squirts more cum onto the chair and floor.
His maid is going to have a field day cleaning this up, and it’s all because of YOU.
He jerks his hips up, spurting out a little more.
Misha’s cellphone sounds.
Ring.
Misha curses in Russian.
Ring.
Without wiping his hands off, he picks up the phone, smearing sperm all over it. “What?”
Kazimir’s voice sounds on the line. “Misha, have you begun? What do you see?”
“Are you insane? Go to sleep.” Misha pants.
“What are you doing over there?”
“I’m figuring the. . .whole. . .monitoring part out.”
“Bullshit. You sound like you’re hiding something.”
Misha gazes at the mess he’s made. “Kazimir, what do you want?”
“What do you see? Have you started watching her yet?”
Misha clears his throat. “There’s been a problem.”
“What problem?”
“It’s harder to hack into her laptop, than I thought it would be—”
“You sound like you’re lying.”
“I’m not.” Misha stirs in the chair and stuffs his cock back in his pants. “I’ll need more time to hack her.”
“You won’t. It never takes you long—”
“There are things you don’t know about hacking, cousin—”
“But I do know how sexy she is and how horny you are.”
Misha tenses.
“End your monitoring of her. I’ve changed my mind.”
Misha sighs. “Cousin, I can still—”
“No. We both know how you can be with your obsessions. And cousin, I want you to understand something.”
“What, Kazimir?”
“I will not share her.” Kazimir hangs up the phone.
“But. . .” Misha drops his phone on the sperm-stained desk and frowns. “But, I don’t want to stop watching her.”
Chapter 2
A Romantic Dinner
You have had a long, stressful day.
When work or family drama didn’t yank your spirits down, the world’s news surely did.
You haven’t cashed that check yet.
But you’re thinking about putting it in the bank and using Kazimir’s money to escape to a place with a tropical background and delicious exotic food. Anything to relieve you of your current responsibilities.
You just know that the money should be put to more reasonable uses—bills, debt, and your future.