Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
‘Of course,’ he says dryly.
His lack of enthusiasm is perplexing. I think it’s a great present. ‘Don’t tell me you already own one?’
‘No,’ he denies quickly.
I switch it on. It makes a gentle whirling sound as all the little fingers in the hole start their massaging movements. ‘Don’t you think it is fun?’
He switches it off firmly. ‘Sure, but I’d rather insert my dick into you.’
‘This is for when I’m not around,’ I say softly.
He turns away, puts the presents on the bedside cabinet, and leans back against the pillows. ‘Since you’re around now. Give me my real present.’
My mouth goes dry with the sexual heat in his eyes. Our bodies seem to pull at each other. He wants me so bad I can feel it like an invisible, powerful magnet. In that moment I feel powerful and strong. Smiling provocatively, I stand and slowly and deliberately start unzipping my dress. It pools around my high heels and I am standing in my chemise with its horizontal slashes all the way down the middle. His eyes drift from the slit exposing the round fullness of my breasts down to the one that reveals my pussy.
‘Jesus, Dahlia!’ he mouths. ‘You’re pure woman. Every inch of you is just such a fucking turn on.’
I snake my hands above my head, whirl slowly around, and pushing my butt out gyrate my hip sensuously. I can feel my bare ass rubbing against the laces running across it. I swivel my head back to look at him. His eyes are entranced, lost, staring at the soft, wet flesh between the diamond-shaped gap at the top of my thighs. He lifts his gaze up to meet mine.
‘Tell me what you want, Aleksandr Malenkov?’ I ask softly. ‘The spirits I have consumed have made me daring, so tonight I’ll do anything you want me to.’
His eyebrows rise. ‘Anything?’
I turn around. ‘Any … fucking … thing.’
‘I’ll have to take a rain check on any … fucking … thing, cause tonight I only want your tight, wet cunt fucking my cock in that dress.’
Crouching down, I take off his shoes and socks, and drop them on the floor before climbing on the bed and crawling in my stripper shoes over to him. Holding his eyes I unbuckle his belt, undo his trouser button, and pull down the zip. His cock is so hard it pokes out of his underpants. Urgently he lifts his hips so I can slide his pants out from under him. I peel his briefs down his hips and his dick springs free. I pull the material down his legs and sit on his thighs, inches away from his throbbing cock. Unhurriedly I unbutton his shirt. He lifts off the bed and, rising to my knees, I take off his shirt to reveal his nudity.
I can’t take my eyes away from his glorious body.
It’s not that I want to stare. I simply can’t stop myself. No matter how many times I look at him, the sight makes me want to lick him all over. His inked chest moves up and down with the rhythm of his breath. It makes me crazy for him. I want to crawl into his skin. I move my wet pussy over his cock, grazing it.
‘Touch yourself,’ he says thickly.
I spread my legs wider and stroke my swollen clit. I plunge a finger in and moan, ‘I want you inside me.’
He reaches forward and pulls my dress so it is bunched up around my waist.
‘Sit on my cock. I want to see my cock disappear into your body.’
I grasp the thick shaft, point his cock at my slick opening and thrust down. The sensation of being so suddenly penetrated and stretched so full makes my body arch. His cock jumps inside me.
‘All the way,’ he commands.
I slide down that thick shaft until I feel the hard muscle of his thighs. Then I lean forward so my throbbing clit is touching his pubic bone and grind my pussy on it. The sensation is amazing. I love it. I move faster and faster, sliding up and down that glorious shaft of hard meat.
When I feel the ecstasy begin, I ride him as hard as I can, my thighs quivering, juices squirting out of me. There is no stopping me now. My pussy clenches, my skin starts tingling. Let him fuck me until he understands that I am his. Mind, body and soul.
But without warning he grabs my waist and pulls me clear off his cock.
‘Nooooo,’ I protest, but he lifts me off his body.
‘I want you to sit on my face and move your wet cunt all over it. I want to eat you out until you come,’ he growls, and holding my pussy suspended over his face, he inhales my aroma as if it is heady perfume.