Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108342 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
She held on, looking into his eyes as he brushed against her clitoris each time he stroked her pussycat. Like an expert of all things pussy, the man moved just right, working her into an orgasm that would not be ignored.
Her back involuntarily arched into his increasing lunges, his muscles were stiff and unyielding. She held on tight to a physique made of tattooed titanium, disguised as human flesh. She wanted to say so many things. To let him know how good he was making her feel. But she hoped her face told him all he needed to know. She was simply at a loss for words and whenever she tried, she feared the truth would come out.
The bed shifted beneath their thrashing forms, rocking on its feet, threatening to fall apart as he tore her to pretty little pieces. She screamed when he flattened himself against her, holding her tight while rocking inside of her, firm and fast, all of him sheltered within her walls. Balls deep. The indulgence was too much to bear, so she murmured curses, her being tingling all over. A quivering mess.
“What a fuckin’ beautiful orgasm you just had… don’t you cum so pretty, my little investigator? A lovely fuckface, just for me.”
She opened her eyes and looked into his. A wild darkness of mayhem and sexiness greeted her. He lunged inside of her, over and over, roaring with each harsh plunge.
I’m going to feel this shit in the morning… He is fucking the shit out of me.
Nikolai fucked so incredibly rough. So hard. So delightfully skilled… a born lover. It was so obvious he didn’t fuck this way to impress her, or to compensate for something that was perhaps lacking. She could tell this man fucked this way naturally. It was second nature. Organic. This was how he gave and derived physical pleasure. This was how he showed care and concern. Passion. This was what he did to the women he liked. God, what would happen to the women he loved?
He knocked their fucking walls off their pussy, not just the picture frames, leaving them drilled to death, wobbly and disoriented for days… Of this, she was sure.
Her breaths came in long sighs. Chest heaving and heart beating fast. She struggled to hold onto him as another orgasm built. He kissed her hard, their slick bodies gliding against damp sheets that were now hanging half off the bed. The headboard banged against the wall each time he entered her, and swayed each time he retreated. When her orgasm knocked, she clutched his shoulder to answer. Her lips parted and the sounds she’d been hiding, the ones she’s been keeping to herself emerged in a guttural, primitive scream. The truth of her desires broke free, no longer taking no for an answer.
She shook so violently, almost as if her body were not her own anymore. In the commotion, he somehow rolled over, taking her with him on a fast spin. She sat on top now, quaking as waves of ecstasy continued to course within her.
“You don’t have to do nothin’…” He looked up at her, claiming her hips with his massive hands. “Just sit there. Relax and enjoy the ride.”
He began to rock, thrusting upward, making her bounce. An even, slow ride. Then, he increased the tempo every so often until she was gripping his shoulder blades, holding on tight. Her body swung and he latched onto her right nipple, sucking it hard as he pushed himself inside her at an alarming speed. The slapping sounds of his balls spanking her ass echoed in the room, mixing in with their harsh breathing and the music.
“Mmmm! I’m going to fuckin’ cum, baby. UGH!!! UGGHHH!”
She fell flat against him as he kept thrusting, draining himself in her pussy with each punitive and beautiful prod. The warm rush of his release filled the condom. Her pussy muscles contracted at the feel of the balminess. So comforting… so good… so right. She was no longer sure what time it was, or how much time had passed. Her pussy was swollen and throbbing, her body satisfied beyond belief. She heard him breathing slowing. When she rose ever so slightly, she realized he was sound asleep.
She lay against him for a few moments, then gingerly removed herself from his throne. Once she was on her feet, she gathered her clothing from his floor and took them with her into his restroom. Things were neat and orderly in there, and the plugged-in air freshener smelled like lavender. I gotta go… he’s asleep. I won’t wake him. Just get dressed and leave.
She quickly freshened up, put her clothes back on, then remembered she’d left her boots and purse downstairs.
She tried to creep out the bedroom door, but he must’ve had the fine-tuned hearing of a bat. She heard the bed squeak as she went to reach for the doorknob, then paused.