Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
My breaths shift to gurgles when his finger glides over my clit along with his tongue before he pushes it inside me. His touch is hot, potent, and so full of lust. Instead of tethering my fingers through his hair to yank him away from me, I hold him hostage to my pussy before grinding against his mouth.
“Yes, драгоценный. Fuck my mouth like you do my cock. Take what you need.”
The way he talks while never stopping the frenzied flicks of his tongue and the sweet yet still rough movements of his mouth is like watching porn—erotic and naughty at the same time.
I love watching him eat me, and how far my thighs have to spread to fit him between my legs. His stubble and the occasional graze of his teeth drive me so wild, my back arches as jolts of pleasure shake my body. I moan through the sensation ripping through me hard and fast before fully surrendering to it.
As I climax, my body shakes so intensely, I feel like I’m going to explode. Alek’s name tears from my throat as a soft, keening moan rumbles up my chest. I ride the wave for as long as possible, aware not a single one should be taken for granted.
I once orgasmed so often I never considered going years between tremors.
As my tremors shimmer to a manageable shudder, Alek drapes my legs over his broad shoulders before blowing a hot breath over my aching slit. “Fuck, драгоценный,” he murmurs between carefully timed licks, his voice husky with arousal. “Do you have any idea how many men wish they could be doing this to you right now?” He inches back so he can see my face as his fingers continue their slow, steady pumps that won’t keep my focus off a second climax any time soon. “I should kill them just for the thought.” My body tingles when he growls out, “Or maybe I should make them watch, force them to suffer through the knowledge that they’ll never have you like this.” The possessiveness in his tone is expected and as much wanted as my clit throbbing in response to the perfect amount of pressure he places on it with his thumb. “Then I’d gut them for a second time…” a gush of warmth spreads across his palm when he snarls, “…. with my knife.”
When a second orgasm crashes down on me, Alek steals the last of my breath by sealing his mouth over mine. While holding me in a familiar and much-wanted way—with his hand around my throat—he kisses me like he can’t live another moment without my lips on his.
I can’t breathe for a moment, can’t move, but just before panic sets in, Alek loosens his grip then scoops out the soundless screams creeping up my throat with his tongue.
He devours my mouth with as much ownership as he did my pussy until the tremors that never fully subside while being bedded by him return with vengeance. I shudder under him as he drops his focus from my mouth to my chest. He doesn’t go for the bouncy, plentiful lumps no man can see. He goes for the sneak peek of my cleavage and the teasing portion of my skin that announces there is a lot more on offer than what is being shown.
I know what he’s doing before the first suck draws my skin into his mouth. He’s marking me, claiming me. He’s making sure every man outside of our private bubble knows I am his.
And I don’t do a damn thing to stop him.
His initials are etched next to my pussy. His bitemarks are on my ass. Now his mouth has marked my breasts.
There’s only one place he’s scoured with a more obvious mark of ownership—my heart. And the gouges deepen when he lifts his eyes from the hickey he placed on my breast to me and murmurs, “No one else, драгоценный. There will never be anyone but you wearing my marks.”
His words are so honest, I bob my chin before my head can talk me out of it.
I swallow back a moan of disappointment when my agreement sees Alek pushing back from the desk instead of wholly devouring me on it. I want more than his head between my legs. I want his big fat cock, and from the strain of arousal etching on Alek’s face, he wants the same thing.
Regretfully, he values my safety above his needs.
“Soon, драгоценный. But we need this down payment first.” He tugs me off the desk, then yanks down my dress so it sits below my still-throbbing pussy. “And I need you to show them just how fucking good you are.”
“I don’t know if I have what it takes anymore—”
With the hand brandishing my name, Alek traps my words in my throat with a steel-tight grip before bringing his lips to within half an inch of mine. “You should know better than to speak shit like that to me.” His low, gravelly tone shoots lightning down my spine. “You are better than every person in that room… women included. So go fucking show them so I can finish what I started on their filthy fucking money.”