Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Are you enjoying yourself as much as I am?” he asks.
Who even asks that in the middle of sex?
“Tell me honestly,” he says, his gaze flicking back up to meet my eyes.
“You’re weird. You know that, right?”
“Yes, I guess I do. But, Alina…” He leans in and pinches my nipple. “I’ll be whatever fucking weird you need me to be to get off,” he states as he presses his hand against my shoulder and pushes me back on the bed.
He climbs over me, and I admire the flex of his muscles as he kicks my legs apart. I look down between us—mostly at his huge cock—appreciating every inch of him.
When he’s hovering over me, I wrap my legs around his waist. He smirks down at me, his cock nudging at my entrance. He moves the tip of it up and down, coating himself, soaking his cock in my juices.
“Will,” I say breathlessly.
“When you scream, you will call me William,” he orders before sliding straight into me to the hilt. My back arches at the contact, and my hands find his shoulders, my nails digging in hard. “That’s it, baby, fucking mark me.” He slides out and back in again.
I don’t hold back, feeling my nails cut through his skin, but I don’t stop.
I need this.
As much as he does, it seems.
He moves at a perfect rhythm while his hand disappears between us, and his fingers rub my sensitive clit softly.
Oh gosh.
“Alina.”
“Hmmm?”
“You can start screaming now.” He picks up speed, removing his fingers from my clit. And as he gets to his knees, he takes me with him, holding on to me and pounding me from the inside.
My hands find the sheets and clench them tightly.
He doesn’t stop.
And I don’t want him to stop.
“Now,” he orders, and the words leave me on command, as if I can’t stop them.
“William, fuck.”
“That’s my girl. Now, tell me what a fucking god I am to your pussy. How you’ll come back night after night so I can service her.” When I don’t speak, he slaps my clit, and I scream his name again, unable to stop myself as I come. He jerks beneath me as he begins to come inside of me, and I can’t but help wriggle my hips back and forth, wanting to milk him of every drop. Fuck, this man feels so good. He rolls into me at a lazy pace now, as if we’re not yet done with each other.
When I open my eyes, I realize he’s watching me. His hand trails down my chest and stomach, and the way he looks at me—as if he worships me—makes me feel powerful.
He pulls out, then stands with a smirk. He saunters to the bathroom, and I can’t help but bite my bottom lip. Fuck me, that was the best sex of my life. Not that I’d ever admit that to him. So when he comes back out with a damp towel to clean me up, I put on a sweet smile and ask, “So, when can I get the plane?”
CHAPTER 22
Will
She is lying naked before me on the bed, looking like a fucking goddess.
And my cock starts getting hard again just from staring at her. She’s leaning back on her elbows, a smirk curving her lips, as she asks me about the plane.
Fuck, the plane.
“How do you have so much money in the first place?” she asks, sitting up and taking the towel from me. “And so help me God, if you have any diseases, I will find you and chop your cock off myself,” she adds, which makes me laugh.
“I don’t usually fuck women without protection, so no, I don’t have diseases.”
“Good. I’m on birth control,” she informs me as she cleans herself up.
“Pity,” I mutter, and her eyes shoot up to mine and narrow. Because having her milk my cock was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. And for a moment, I considered what it would be like to trap this woman. To feed her my cum until her belly was swollen with my child.
I smirk as I step closer to the bed, amused at her glare. “My tongue can clean you up, if you wish.” Those eyes, that were narrowed just a moment ago, open wider, and she hesitates to give me anything to read off. She’s a nice girl, a good girl. At least that’s what I think until she opens her legs and discards the towel.
Oh boy, she’s a bad girl.
So fucking bad.
I waste no time crawling over and burying my head between her thighs. I take one taste and then do it again. A soft moan slips from her lips, and I smile as I lick her again. I could listen to that forever.
What the actual fuck?
Listen to that forever?
Am I fucking drunk?
No, I’m high on pussy.