Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Like what?” She panted.
I let her nipple go and grinned widely. “Like mine.”
She laughed, throwing her head back in glee. “Keep dreaming, pretty boy.”
“Pretty boy?” I asked as I started walking towards my room.
Her hands started working beneath us, and I froze as she lined the tip of my engorged dick up with her pussy.
“Fuck me already,” she demanded.
“Your wish,” I said, pinning her to the wall beside the entrance to my bedroom, and then thrusting forward. “Is my command.”
She gasped. “Yes.”
She felt like a dream.
Her wet heat surrounded my cock like a tight, wet fist.
It was pulsing at my invasion, trying valiantly to adjust, but I didn’t let her.
I took her roughly against the wall, thrusting in and out of her tight heat with a single-minded focus.
“You feel so good,” I said, looking down at my cock as it disappeared into her pussy, then reappeared glistening with her juices.
She leaned forward, obstructing my line of sight, and bit me on the shoulder, sinking her sharp teeth into my skin hard enough that I jerked hard inside of her.
“Goddammit,” I snarled. “You’ll be sore if you keep it up.”
She smiled at me, and then leaned forward, running her wet tongue up my neck until she came to a stop at my earlobe.
Then she bit down.
Hard.
I snarled, withdrew my cock from her, and then twisted her around until she was facing the wall.
I pinned her there with my body, grabbed the base of my cock and thrusting back inside her, hitting the end of her and causing her to squeak.
“Too much?” I asked against her neck, fisting her hair and pulling her head sideways.
The muscles of her neck strained as she shook her head. “No, it was perfect. Exactly what I want right now.”
Leaning forward until my elbow was braced above her head, I thrust my hips forward, fucking her hard into the unforgiving wall.
My dick slipped in and out of her easily, her wetness easing the way.
The cradle of my hips met her ass with a slapping sound, only adding to the erotic effect of our fucking.
“I need your finger. I’m so close,” she whispered.
I smiled against her neck, letting my hand that was still fisted in her hair slip down until I found the swollen nub.
I went past her clit to where my cock was stretching her pussy, gathering some wetness and bringing it back up so I could rub the bundle of nerves unhindered.
She groaned, clinching down on my cock like a steel clamp just before she came, screaming.
“Mikhail! Yes,” she exclaimed. “Oh, God.”
I buried my nose into the crook of her neck, pulling my dick out of her wet heat, reluctantly, before I turned her around and urged her to her knees.
She went willingly, leaning forward with a voraciousness that surprised me.
She swallowed my dick, taking it so deep that I could feel the tip of it touching the back of her throat.
She used her hand at the base, squeezing and working my cock in tandem with her mouth.
When her hot little hand cupped my balls and squeezed lightly, I could feel my come boiling just before, what felt like lightening, shot down my spine.
Arching and closing my eyes, I grabbed ahold of her hair again as I started fucking her mouth harder.
She groaned, making my cock tingle just before my come shot out of my cock and bathed the back of her throat with my release.
She worked the final dregs of my release, sucking and pulling on my dick, until finally I had no more to give.
She let the tip of my cock slip from her mouth before leaning forward and giving the top of my pubic bone a kiss, before standing.
“You’re a-fucking-mazing,” I said, kissing her on the neck.
She giggled. “I could say the same thing about you.”
Gathering her back into my arms, I lifted her around the waist, and she curled her legs around my hips.
My softening cock started to fill again, and I walked into the bedroom, laid her down gently onto the sheets, and followed her down. We touched again from crotch to thigh.
“You ready for round two?” I asked as I descended down her stomach, kissing her belly, the outside of her thighs, and finally down to her sex.
“Never more, it’s been so long.”
I looked up and smiled. “Same goes.”
Then I returned the favor.
Multiple times.
Chapter 9
Forget breakfast in bed. Being fucked awake beats pancakes any day.
-Rule’s to live by
Rue
I opened my eyes to the bright sun shining into the non-curtained windows.
The room was unfamiliar, but I knew exactly where I was at.
Cleo’s.
I looked down at my body.
I was twined with the hunter green sheets of his bed.
The bottom corner of the fitted sheet was around my right foot, and the comforter that’d been covering it when we’d first arrived last night, was in a bundled up wad on the floor.
The sight made me laugh.
Immediately, the sound of footsteps came up the hallway, emitting the tall handsome man that had rocked my world last night...no less than ten times.
I was so drained, but I’d never felt better.
“You wanna go run with me?” He asked as he watched me stretch lazily on the bed.
He was wearing black nylon running shorts and a pair of athletic shoes.
He looked fantastic.
All tanned, rippled flesh stretched tight over a set of abs that could easily be counted as a six pack.
His shorts hung low on his hips allowing the V leading down to his crotch to be fully exposed.
I shifted restlessly in the bed, rubbing my thighs together unconsciously.
The sheet slipped down until my nipple popped free, and he zeroed in on it.
“I don’t have any clothes,” I said.
Really, I didn’t want to go run. I felt too relaxed.
We used to run all the time together.
I’d do my best to keep up with him, and he’d run about five times slower than he’d normally go to keep me in his sight.
I hadn’t ran in nearly three weeks, and then three weeks before that.
“My sister left some clothes here,” he said.