Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 151304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 605(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Sasha’s jaw set, and as he leaned into me, the pressure caused my breath to leave me in a whoosh. He fumbled with his belt, the backs of his fingers brushing my bare pussy as he looked me in the eye and spoke. “We do this my way or no way. Do you understand me?”
I nodded swiftly.
Once he freed himself, his cock bobbed, hitting my sensitive flesh, and I so desperately wanted to see it, but the way he had me trapped against the hard wall of his body, all I could do was focus on his angry, lust-filled gaze. Without preamble, he took himself in his hand. I couldn’t see it, but the motion told me he was jerking off. And my pussy clenched. He wasted no time. He bent, hooked his free arm under my knee, and lifted it high to rest just above his hip. The moment the tip of his cock touched the entrance to my pussy, my eyes closed in bliss.
Suddenly, his hand was wrapped around my throat. Not hard enough to choke, but firmly enough to warn. My eyes shot open, and his face was a hairsbreadth away from my own. He spoke with caution. “You will open your eyes. You will see me. Do you hear me, Anika? You will see me. Not him. Me.”
My cheeks flushed, and I agreed unevenly, “I see you.”
His eyes lingered on my mouth, and although his face softened, he took my moment of ease to press into me, driving home in one harsh thrust. His thick cock stretching me, leaving me full in a way I didn’t know possible.
My entire body seized a moment before my eyes fluttered, and I breathed out, “Oh my God.”
Sasha shuddered, his face turning to the side as he took a moment before snaking one arm around my lower back, pulling me closer, and driving even deeper, and I couldn’t stop my moan even if I wanted to. He stole it from me. And for a moment, we simply stayed as we were, connected in a most intimate way. His cock throbbed inside me, and I needed him to move.
So, I blinked slowly through my hooded gaze, and begged on a hush, “Please.”
“Please, what?” He drew close, speaking against the apple of my cheek.
“Please fuck me” were the words I breathed out, and when his eyes flashed heatedly, my core clenched around his hard cock, causing his face to bunch in pain. The low groan that left him vibrated through his chest and into mine, and I’d never heard a sexier, more erotic sound in all my life.
Knowing I had caused it made me feel formidable in a way I couldn’t put into words.
When he regained focus, he pulled out slowly until only the tip of him remained inside me and looked me dead in the eye as he pressed forward once again.
And it was a small death I would suffer over and over again, willingly. “Yes.”
I knew it would be good, but between his intense stare and the way he stretched me so nicely, it was ecstasy.
His brow creased, and he sounded almost surprised when he muttered, “Fuck. You’re so wet.”
I was. Sopping. I wasn’t even ashamed. This was the effect he had on me.
Like he had a score to settle, he began to thrust into me as he growled, “How does it feel? Tell me how I make you feel, Ani.”
He drove me crazy. My body was aflame. “You make me feel hot and needy and so full I can barely stand it.” I didn’t plan on saying what I said, but screw it. It was out there. My soft gaze met his unforgiving one, and my throat tightened as I let out a whisper-soft, “You make me feel beautiful.”
The moment I said it, he paused in his thrusts. His face changed, turned lax, but before he allowed the warm emotion he felt to take over, his lip curled as he plunged back into my wet pussy. With passion unrivaled, he fucked me hard and fast, and the sounds that echoed around us should have embarrassed me, but the slapping of skin along with the soft squelching had me hotter than I cared to admit.
He fucked me viciously, driving into me deeply, and I felt him swell inside me, his thrusts turning choppy. We peered into each other’s eyes, and when he bit his bottom lip hard, my core clenched around him.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded. When I hesitated, he snarled, “Do it.”
And I did, reaching down to rub the flats of my fingertips against the bundle of nerves that required immediate attention. Within a minute, I was panting harshly, my eyes wide with what I knew was coming.
My mouth rounded, and his chest heaved as his thrusts slowed, became more precise. “You’re gripping my cock so sweetly. I like that.”