Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 129113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Alice.”
He clenched his fingers in her hair to prevent himself from pushing to the back of her throat. Fluttering eyelashes mirrored the whimper that sent a soft vibration straight to his balls. He didn’t have to tell her what to do. She sucked and lapped with that wicked tongue of hers. Shit, he was going to explode. She moved his hand away and gripped his root where her lips didn’t reach.
“That’s it, Princess. More.” He folded his fingers over hers and showed her how to move, up and down.
A soft pop sounded as she pushed him out of her mouth to lick the underside of his cock from the tip to his scrotum. For a second, his head rolled back. Not wanting to miss anything, he quickly returned his gaze to her. Sitting back on her heels, she gave a few hard pumps while studying him with her pretty, amber eyes.
“Fuck. Shit.” He gritted his teeth and moved to the edge of the chair as she worked him in her small hand.
There was something mischievous in her eyes as she wrapped her mouth around his cock again, this time drawing a fingernail from the base up to his ass. No way. She wouldn’t. Her lips stretched wide as she took him all the way to the back of her throat.
“Alice.”
That’s all he got out before she penetrated him with a finger just like he’d taught her. The touch was hesitant, gentle. He gripped her wrist and removed her hand. If she carried on like that, he wouldn’t last.
Heat accumulated at the base of his spine. The skin around his groin began to tingle. His balls contracted. He eased himself an inch out of her mouth. Not yet. Not before he’d made her come. Desire blinded him. All he could see were her golden eyes and that soft violet light that surrounded her when she got aroused. He stroked a palm over her breast, finding the tip as hard as a pebble. Sucking him off turned her on. Good. They were two of a kind. There was nothing he wanted more now than to go down on her.
He pulled his cock free and reversed positions, placing her on the chair. Impatient, he spread her legs wide and went for the kill. Sweet honey was the proof of her desire, and it was all for him. It had always been his, even if she’d fucked three other losers. Eventually, she’d see he was worthy of her. If only she’d stop fighting this thing happening between them so hard, she’d see that this kind of fucking only happened once in a lifetime. God knows, the intensity was enough for eternity.
She moaned and caught his face in the soft vise of her thighs.
“Yes,” he said against her clit. “Come for me, Princess.”
Her pussy contracted around his tongue with butterfly flutters. The beauty of it drove him wild. He needed to be inside of her. Now.
Lifting her from the chair, he bent her over the table and grabbed a breast in each hand, using the soft curves as leverage while he pressed his cock against her pussy. The faint marks on her gorgeous ass were the stamp of his possession. His jeans fell around his ankles as he bent his knees and drove home. She pushed back with a scream.
“More, Ivan. Please.”
Putting off his release for as long as possible, he gave her only a few shallow strokes before he slowed down, but he worked her need higher by rolling her nipples gently between his fingers. She let go of the edge of the table and gripped his cock at the base, pulling it from her pussy. Confused for a moment, he let her, and then hot needles pierced his spine as she placed his dick against the pucker of her ass.
“Are you sure?” he panted behind her. “It’s too soon. It may hurt.”
She pushed back in answer, lodging the head inside. The tight muscles sucked him in, milking him so hard he almost came. Her cry filled the room as she gripped the table until her knuckles turned white.
“It hurts … so good,” she said.
He knew what she wanted. A part of him already regretted it while a perverse part was satisfied in knowing he could give it to her and get off on it. This time, he let her do the moving, taking at her pace. She worked herself back on him, inch by inch, breathing harder with each thrust. When he was fully lodged inside, she didn’t hold back, any longer. He had to let go of her breasts to hold onto her hips as she fucked his brains out, his balls slapping against her pussy while her screams lifted the roof.
He couldn’t give a damn if she woke the neighborhood, except that someone might think she was being murdered. He slammed a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound, just like he’d done during their first time when her sweet body had been pinned underneath him, impaled by his cock. Emotions at the memory overwhelmed him.