Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 100796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
I jerked the other side of the robe open so I could see both of her sexy tits, and leaned over to kiss her shoulder. I moved my mouth across her collarbone, working lower while trying not to bump her arms. When she stopped playing, I wanted it to be her choice.
I locked my lips around her breast and pulled the nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She sighed loudly. What kind of frustration was it? Annoyance as she tried to play? Or was she aching for more? I flicked my tongue over the velvety-soft skin, teasing the nub.
She made it so close to the end of her song, but I pressed my middle finger deep inside her, and Oksana seized up. Her music cut off abruptly.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, her hands clenched in fists and balancing at the edge of the keys. Her gasp echoed in the vaulted ceiling of the room.
“Look at me,” I growled. When she didn’t instantly comply, I slammed my finger violently in and out where she grew wetter with each deep thrust. She choked on air as her body tensed from the intrusion, but it didn’t slow me down. I hadn’t heard any protest from her, either.
Her head was tipped down, but it swung my direction, and I could feel her gaze moving up my body like hands across my skin. Desire screwed tighter inside me as her gaze rose over my chest. It lingered on my lips before she finally gave up and looked at me.
I wanted control, but the second that happened, someone else took over. My lips slammed against hers. Was she as hungry as I was? It fucking seemed like it. Her mouth moved against mine. The slide of her tongue past my lips was cautious and curious, and I liked the sensation. She could practice on me. Use my body as her personal fuck playground while I did the same to her.
I withdrew my finger and clamped both hands on her waist, right where the belt barely kept the robe closed. I lifted, urging her to stand, and it broke the kiss before she seemed ready. I gestured for her to come around the bench to where I was sitting.
“Get in my lap.”
I tugged the belt open, revealing her naked body beneath the robe that hung on her shoulders, and used the two ends to pull her close. She put one knee on the bench beside me, which was exactly how I wanted her, so I yanked down, causing her to straddle my leg. She gave out a yelp of surprise, and her wet pussy slammed against my bare skin. The contact made my dick twitch.
It was warm inside the robe as I slipped one hand onto her hip. I crushed the other onto her breast, and dragged my mouth up her neck. My breath bounced off her skin and warmed me, almost as much as the body wrapped around my leg, draped in my own robe.
I pushed and pulled her hip, back and forth, urging her to grind on me while I claimed her mouth in something that was too brutal to call a kiss. My tongue slashed at her, and I bit her lip, hard enough for her to moan with a hint of pain. But her hips moved, and as soon as her painful moan was done echoing in the room, it was followed by one of quiet enjoyment.
She rocked on my thigh, riding me slowly at first. One of her hands was on my shoulder to brace herself, and the other cuffed my wrist by her hip. Her expression was confusion. She hadn’t expected rubbing on me to feel good, but it obviously did.
“Faster,” I commanded with a dark tone. I watched her pussy lips glide over my skin, and flexed the muscles in my jaw. I wanted to film this. She looked like a porn star as she ground her clit against my leg, and pleasure burned in her eyes. Her undulating body beneath the open robe was insane.
“You’re making a mess on my leg.” I could hear the smile in my words. “Your pussy’s soaking.”
My dirty words made her shy. Her gaze dropped, and something in me snapped. I dug my fingers into her hip, pushing and pulling her at a vicious pace. My other hand wrapped around her throat. Not to strangle her, but I was sick of her breaking the connection. I wanted her full attention. “You look at me when I’m talking to you.”
She couldn’t hide from me, and the sooner she learned that, the better.
Oksana kept up with the furious pace I demanded, and rode my thigh, all while her crystal blue eyes stared back. Her breathing had gone ragged, probably as much from the friction against her clit as the exertion. Her pulse roared beneath my hand.