Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Our bodies slid in the melted ice cream as I ruthlessly fucked her right there on the kitchen floor.
I sucked at her neck, where the hickey marks from the other night had already faded.
That was unacceptable to me.
I wanted my woman to bear my visible mark. I wanted anyone who saw it to know she was claimed. Spoken for. Owned.
Tilting my hips, I drove into her harder, striving to reach that spot deep inside her pussy that would send her over the edge.
Vivian moaned under me as her head tossed from side to side.
My hand grasped her right knee, and I pushed it high over my hip as I increased the pace of my thrusts. Leaning over her, I claimed her mouth again, wanting to taste her cries.
Her back arched as her pussy muscles contracted around my cock.
Fuck, she was so damn tight.
I breathed against the corner of her mouth, “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me, krasivaya?”
“I hate you,” she moaned as her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer as she bucked her hips.
“If this is hate, then revile, loathe, and curse me for eternity, my beautiful girl.”
She came undone in my arms, her body trembling and vibrating with energy beneath mine.
With painful discipline, I held on until the very last ripple coursed over her body before I unleashed.
Grasping both of her legs, I lifted them high as I moved onto my knees and pounded into her with no mercy, until the pressure became unbearable and my cock released deep inside of her.
With a guttural moan, I collapsed on top of her, bracing my forearm over her head so I didn’t crush her with all of my weight. Just the press of my hips against hers as I rode out wave after wave of spasms as her body continued to clench around my now sensitive cock.
Still trying to catch my breath, I looked down at her.
Her lips were bruised a dark pink and her cheeks were equally flushed. Her eye makeup was smeared, her naked breasts covered in chocolate sauce, and her glossy black hair coated in the sticky, melted remains of the rest of our banana split.
She was without a doubt the most stunning creature I’d ever laid eyes on.
Her emerald gaze narrowed as she tried to shift her hips, attempting to dislodge my cock. “This changes nothing.”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “This changes everything.”
CHAPTER 27
VIVIAN
“Get off me,” I ordered as I pushed at his chest.
He smiled. “I think banana split is my new favorite dessert.”
My eyes narrowed. “Very funny. I mean it. Get up.”
“Only if you promise to be good.”
My lips twisted in a smirk, as I tilted my head. “Then never mind. I’d rather the sugar harden, permanently sticking me to this stupid floor.”
He chuckled. “God, you’re fucking fun.”
“That wasn’t meant to be funny.”
He kissed the tip of my nose again. “And that’s what makes you so adorably fun.”
“Seriously, let me up. I have… ice cream melting in some very unfortunate places.”
With a shift of his hips, he slowly pulled out.
That empty feeling returned. As if I were suddenly disconnected from something vital to my existence. I shook off the feeling. Obviously, I was still residually high and thinking nonsense.
He rose and stretched his arm down to me.
Ignoring the gesture, I attempted to get up myself. After slipping on chocolate sauce several times, I finally gave up with a huff and took his hand.
The moment I was on my feet, he swept me into his arms.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To the shower.”
He carried me into a very masculine bathroom with exposed brick, dark wood, and recessed lighting. The shower took up the far wall and was nothing more than a sheet of glass in front of the brick wall with brushed nickel fixtures.
Placing me on my feet, he turned the nearest lever. Hot water shot from over ten showerheads at varying heights and intensity.
Right before I stepped into the stream, I turned to see him removing his torn jeans. “Wait. There must be another bathroom in this enormous place.”
He kicked the jeans aside, facing me in all his naked, godlike glory, his cock already semi-hard again. “Sure are. Two more.”
I stretched my arms between the glass and brick wall, barring his entrance. “Then can’t you go wash off in one of them?”
He wrapped his arm around my middle and lifted me off the tiled floor.
“Hey!”
He carried me two steps deeper into the shower under the steaming stream of water.
I gasped as the wonderfully hot water hit my skin. Forgetting about not wanting him in there with me, I luxuriated in the massage effect of all the different showerheads from above and along my sides.
I didn’t even need to use soap. All the sticky ice cream was already pummeled off my body from the powerful stream.