Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Up and down, he guided me over his length.
“I want to feel you come all over my cock.” He moved us through the waves until my back pressed up against the side of the pool. “Touch your pussy. Let me feel you come all over my dick.”
This always made me feel a little embarrassed. I slid my hand between us, touching my clit. I stroked the bud and gasped.
Slavik’s moan was deep, guttural, turning me on as his cock seemed to pulse and get bigger within me.
“That’s it, baby, fuck, yeah, finger your pussy. Let me feel you come. You like my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said, moaning.
“That’s right.”
As I played with my pussy, he started to shallowly stroke within my body. Each thrust driving my arousal higher.
I fingered my clit, staring into his eyes. Held by his gaze, not wanting to move as I worked my body, bringing myself closer and closer to that glorious peak. When I came, Slavik held my hips, slamming deep inside me. It was like my pussy had something to hold on to and he fed it.
Driving in deep, fucking me, taking me.
I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure was out of this world.
The moment I stopped, Slavik turned into an animal, fucking me with all his might, driving in deep, consuming me, taking me. Each hard thrust of his cock turned me on. I had no choice but to hold on as he took me.
I wanted this more than anything.
He slammed inside me. His grip was so tight it would leave bruises. I felt his hardness kick as he filled me with more of his cum.
This was why I knew I had to be pregnant. We didn’t use protection. We never had.
Slavik kissed my lips. “I’ve been thinking about doing that all day.”
“In the pool?”
“No. I imagined you in our bed.”
My heart fluttered whenever he would talk about us. We, our. I liked it.
“We got the pool dirty.”
“I own the building. I can pay for them to clean it.”
“I don’t know if people are going to like us constantly closing off rooms to them.” The other day, Slavik had found me in the gym. My weight-loss goal had come back in full force since we returned. He’d distracted me by taking me over the bench, on my knees. There had been a full mirror in front of us, and as he took me, he made me watch.
“Do I need to remind you not to care about what people think?” he asked. “I’m the only one who matters in your world.”
I touched his cheek. “You are the only one that matters.”
****
Slavik
With everything kicking off around me, I didn’t have time to spend with my wife. Another attack on two of my businesses, another brothel, not as high maintenance as Cara’s, as well as a casino, had my men stretched. We were doing constant patrols. There had also been another attempt on Ivan’s life. The bastard hadn’t managed it, but he’d been paid a small fortune with promises to the Volkov Bratva if he succeeded. This required me to fly out to Ivan to check on him.
Much to Ivan’s annoyance, I put him on twenty-four-seven protection. All the brigadiers had supplied men to stay with him at all times. He hated this level of fuss. The bastard who tried to kill him hadn’t succeeded, but it had been close. One wrong move, and Ivan would have been dead. As much as Ivan pissed me off, he was the only person in this world who was like a brother to me. I’d die for him. The only other person I’d die for was currently lying naked beside me, sated.
All day, I’d been making love and fucking my wife.
This time was a luxury to me. Stolen to have what I wanted. With all the shit going down, and me putting more people into play, the less time I had for this woman. The less time I had, the more I wanted to spend with her.
“You’re thinking again,” she said. “How can you be thinking?”
“I’ve got lots of thoughts.” I ran my fingers up the curve of her back. Each time I caught sight of her naked, I found myself looking at her stomach.
This morning, she’d vomited again. I held her hair back, soothing her, trying to distract her. After her sickness abated, I’d often leave to return to work. This time, I’d stuck around, feeding her dry toast. I’d sent my man off, and Aurora started the morning curled up against me, watching a movie.
It had been some action movie with a very hot sex scene. We watched together, and I sensed the change in her. The way she turned toward me, almost as if begging for me to touch her, to fuck her, to take her.