Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
"Then tell me," he growled. "Give me the words, mi vavli." Another inch pushed in. "What do you want—-"
"Your cock," she nearly screamed. "All of it, I want it—-"
"Then it's yours." And he suited action to words, the remaining length of his cock shoving so hard and deep inside of her that it was like being torn apart by the most acute sense of pleasure.
"Oh God."
His hands released her as he took hold of her hips, and she couldn't help whimpering when she found herself pressing her hands against the cold panes as he thrust in and out of her. Even though she knew no one in the dance floor would be able to see them, it still felt incredibly immoral to have all those people dancing below them while he was pounding into her so forcefully that his prediction had finally come true, and her tits had popped out of her dress.
She stared down at herself, the sight of her breasts swinging in the air only adding to the salaciousness of the moment. It should've shamed her, but instead the lewdness of her appearance only made her feel hornier, her inhibitions fading as erotic sounds bounced across the room. The wet slide of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her. The sharp slaps of his balls against the back of her legs. It was just too much, too, too much, and a sob rose out of her as her wanton need for him took complete control of her senses.
He slammed into her hard at her cry, and her eyes rolled back at the blissful agony of his thrusts. "Yeeeeees." Every plunge of his cock was tortuously delicious, and found herself crying out again and again. "Yes. Yes. Yes."
It was a Spencer Etienne had never seen before, and lust consumed him as her every cry made him shudder closer to the end. Seeing her mindless with desire for him was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and he quickly pulled out and flipped her around, her back against the cold, glass pane as he thrust back into her.
"Yeeeeeeees—-"
And when his hand snaked down to stroke her clit, her cry turned into a scream.
"Yeeeeeeees!"
He watched hungrily as her eyes closed, her head falling back, and as her neck arched, his gaze fell on her pulsing vein.
Fuck.
The sharp sting of his fangs sinking into her flesh was Spencer's only warning, and the sound of Etienne drinking her blood, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, quickly sent her over the edge. Pleasure burst inside of her, and she could only gasp as her pussy started to quiver at the force of her release. A moment later, she heard Etienne growl against her neck just as his large, strong body jerked against her. His cock swelling to an impossible size, it began to twitch and pulsate, her walls contracting as Etienne began shooting off his seed inside of her.
Her orgasm lasted extraordinarily long, so, so endlessly long that her eyes had actually filled up with tears as her heavily swollen pussy twitched and quivered for the last time around his still embedded cock.
He tipped her chin up, his grip tightening when she tried to resist. Their gazes clashed, and he realized why she hadn't wanted him to look at her. "You're crying."
Spencer made a face at the undisguised satisfaction in his purring voice.
"Was I that good?"
"Shut up.""
But this only had him laughing as he stole her lips for a short, hard kiss before setting out to clean her up in the room's en-suite. As this part of lovemaking still embarrassed her, Spencer couldn't help turning red the moment she felt him running a wet hand towel over her folds.
"You blush over the smallest and oddest things, mi vavli."
"I can't help it," she grumbled. "You're the only one—-"
Etienne tensed at the way Spencer suddenly stopped speaking.
Spencer could feel her eyes filling up again, but this time it was for a much worse reason. How could she have forgotten that Etienne was not the only man she had sex with? And it didn't matter if the other party hadn't actually made love to her in the proper sense of the word. It was still sex, and Etienne must think she was such a little hypocrite, to still be able to blush when she had also chosen to sell her virginity to a stranger.
She took a deep breath, but before she could get another word out, he had already risen to his feet and cupping her face to make her look at him.
"It's alright."
The words were completely unexpected, and tears trailed down her cheek despite her best efforts to hold them back.
"If you want to talk about it, we will. If you want to forget it ever happened, we could do that, too. It's your choice. But whatever you choose, it will not make a difference with me."