Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Lucy pops a few blueberries in her mouth. “What’s your favorite food?”
“Russian food?”
She nods, chewing on a plump berry.
I shake my head. “I don’t like Russian food.”
“See?” she says, then claps a hand over her mouth because it was too loud.
I smile because I love seeing her unbuttoned a little. I want more of it.
She looks at me, her eyes dipping from my face to my bare chest, over my tattoos. Her gaze continues down my abs to my boxer briefs, where my dick salutes her interest.
Her expression is hard to read, but the way her nipples tent her thin camisole, I know she likes what she sees.
“You want more?” I ask, giving my cock a rough squeeze.
She swallows, lifting her gaze once more to my face. I see indecision there. Her body wants it. Her mind rebels. She had the same dilemma at Black Light although now I think it’s more about not wanting to give anything to me than about surrendering to her desires.
I make it easier for her, stepping into her space and lightly resting my hands on her waist. I turn her around to face the counter. “I won’t even spank you this time,” I murmur.
She doesn’t move. She doesn’t refuse me, either. With her, I take it as a yes. She’s not going to ask me for it, even if she knows it’s what she wants.
I slide my hand down between her legs. “I’ll make you a bet.” I brush my lips across her neck, the silky strands of her blonde hair sliding across my stubbled face. “I’ll bet I can get you off before the toaster dings.”
She glances at the toaster oven. There’s two minutes left.
“I thought men were supposed to be proud about taking a long time... not a short time.” Her voice is thick.
I slide my fingers under the little pajama shorts and brush over her folds. She’s already wet.
Dripping wet.
“That would be me lasting a long time. We’re talking about you getting off.” I sink one finger into her. “I won’t even use my dick. Deal?”
She braces her hands on the slick countertop. “Actually” she looks over her shoulder at me, an imperious expression on her face. “I want your dick.”
I smirk. “Is that so?” I grind my erection against her cushy backside.
“Fingers don’t always work for me,” she confesses.
I flick her shorts down with a swift movement, and they drop to the kitchen floor. In the next second, I have the head of my cock rubbing over her entrance. “Your fingers or mine?”
She draws in a breath as I breach her entrance, gently nudging inside. “Mine,” she confesses.
“I assure you mine are more skilled,” I boast, which may or may not be true. I did manage to coax many orgasms out of her the first time we were together. I push forward until I’m fully seated, then slowly draw back, almost all the way out. She shivers in response. “But I will let you call the shots tonight.”
I pump in and out again slowly, then grip her hips for a series of short, shallow thrusts.
Her breath quickens, fingers flatten on the counter.
I wrap an arm around her waist, so I know her belly is protected and slam in harder and deeper.
She moans, and I cover her mouth with my hand, not that I give a shit if the guys hear us, but she might. I’m not going to embarrass her. I ride her with my hand over her mouth then loosen my hold and slide it down her throat, lightly caging her there.
“I think, though, kotyonok, that you prefer when I’m in charge.”
She pussy squeezes my cock, even as she shakes her head no.
I slide my hand down lower, to her breast, where I pluck her nipple.
Her breaths become sobs. I keep traveling lower, settling the pad of my index finger over the little nubbin of her clit.
“You like my fingers now, kitten?”
“Ung.” She makes a needy sound.
I glance at the timer on the toaster oven. I’m running out of time. I rub a little harder.
She cries out.
“You want it harder, prekrasnyy?”
She arches more, pushing back at me. I take it as a yes.
I abandon her clit to the fingers of both hands around her hips and fuck her hard, my loins slapping against her pale ass, filling the kitchen with the sound of sex.
My balls tighten. Thighs shake. I could come.
The timer’s almost on zero. “Come for me, kitten.” I close my eyes and let myself succumb to the pleasure of being inside her—how incredibly juicy and snug the fit is, how forbidden it feels with her hating me, here as my prisoner. How right.
I lose control and plunge deep to come. The moment I do, she spasms around my dick, milking it for my cum, orgasming in perfect concert with me, like our bodies were meant for each other. Like we can only come together.