Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Even as I speak the words, I sound selfish. Is it wrong to want my husband to myself? To not share him with another woman? What if he had a mistress? A woman he was already in love with.
Andrei let go of my breast and I honestly thought he had someone, that this conversation was useless, but he gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down so that our gazes were on equal level.
“Adelaide Belov, there is no other woman. There is no one else I want.” His lips brush against mine. “You are the only woman I want, and the only one I will ever have.”
His words shock me.
Kissing him back, I cup his face. “Then take me however you want me. I don’t want you to be afraid. I’m not going to be scared, Andrei.” The time for being afraid has long since passed. There is no reason to fear this man. We’ve been married over seven months now, and other than a few cruel words and being ignored, he’s not hurt me.
“Oh, Adelaide, you have no idea what your words could do to a man.” His hands glide down my back and he tenses, tearing the negligee from my body with such ease. I never wear any panties for bed and as his hands go to my ass, I sigh. His touch always feels so good.
It’s shocking to me that at one point, I actually felt afraid of him. Bethany’s power over me is over. I won’t be afraid of anyone else, especially not her.
“But, I am going to be the only man that ever knows this.” His fingers wrap around my neck and he tightens his hold, not enough to cut off air, but firm enough that I know he’s the one in charge.
He pulls me close, smashing our lips together. So powerful as our teeth clash. My hands go to his shoulders and he breaks the kiss, tutting.
“No, arms above your head.”
I frown but do as he said, lifting my hands above my head.
Andrei leaned back, his gaze still on my breasts, and when his hands graze across my flesh, I gasp. He withdraws. “I want your eyes on me.”
I open them up as he touches me. It’s so good. I can’t stop myself from wriggling against his hard cock. I'm so wet already.
Andrei lets go of my tits, sliding his hands around my body going to my ass. “I don’t know what I love more. Your tits or your ass. Both are more than a handful. Your pussy goes without question, Adelaide. So tight and wet. Are you wet for me right now?” he asked.
“Yes.” There’s no point in lying.
I’m aroused and I want his touch. I’ve never felt like this before.
“Good, show me.” I’m about to ask him how when he instructs me. “I want you to lie down on the coffee table, spread those pretty legs open wide, and then hold your pussy open so I can see you.”
My face is so hot. His words should humiliate me, but they don’t. I like this side of him.
Hearing Anna speak to Eric the other week had gotten me thinking about my and Andrei’s sex life. I didn’t want it to be boring.
Nibbling my lip, I look at the wooden coffee table. I’m not sure Ivan would appreciate me breaking it.
“Do you think it would hold me?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t think it.”
His voice is deep, with an edge to it, almost as if he is close to losing control. Is that because of me? I sit down on the table and stare at him, waiting. Slowly, I lean back, getting comfortable, lifting my feet onto the table, spreading my legs. I’m nervous but aroused, and I’m more curious to see what Andrei is going to do.
“Very nice,” he said, standing up.
He’s wearing sweatpants, and I hate to say it, but he even makes the baggy clothes look sexy. Who could have thought sweatpants would be sexy? I sure didn’t.
Andrei pulls his shirt up over his head, throwing it onto the floor, and then shoves his pants down. He’s not wearing any boxers and so his cock springs out. He’s long and thick.
I can’t look away as he grips himself, tight and firm. He slides his hand up and down the length, and I wonder what he’d taste like in my mouth.
Licking my lips, I return his gaze. “I’d like to suck you,” I said.
He growled, stepping forward. His hand is going to the back of my neck and moving close, within touching distance. His other hand is wrapped around the base of his dick, and he’s holding it for me.
“Then have a taste,” he said.
I press my tongue to the head and withdraw. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”