Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
She’d gotten good at sneaking around, and I was a fucking master at breaking and entering her apartment with no one knowing.
And every time I slipped into her apartment, I’d wake her up with my face between her thighs and my tongue licking at her perfect slit.
The truth was… I couldn't stay away from her, and that was clear by the fact that I hadn’t left Desolation and gone back home to the West Coast since I came here to kill Maksim the same day she showed up at my building.
Shit, I should be focused on making sure my involvement with the Bratva lackey was never revealed. I should have kept my ear to the ground and focused on my men doing some reconnaissance, to make sure Dmitry and Nikolai weren’t digging too deep into the shit that happened.
And I was, to an extent.
But here I was again, opening her front door—which she started leaving unlocked for me—and closing it behind me.
Her apartment was dark, the hour late, and I was already hard with the thought of eating her out to wake her up. I just could never get enough. I couldn't get my fill of my girl.
I swept my gaze around her kitchen, then the living room, before I saw a small form kneeling a few feet from me and shrouded in the shadows. I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. The longer I stood there and stared at her, the more my eyes adjusted, and I saw she was nude and kneeling, her tits perfect, her nipples hard.
She was on her knees in front of me, and my cock liked both the thought of what that meant and the image of her before me. The fucker throbbed like my pulse was located right in its base. My balls were drawn up high and tight, and I felt my boxer briefs become damp from pre-cum leaking out of the slit.
“Daddy,” she whispered, and my knees nearly buckled. There was this needy quality to her voice as she addressed me as her Dominant, but there was also something more, something that called to the primal part of me and demanded more.
I didn’t respond. I couldn’t, not when all I wanted to do was fuck her until she wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow, all while my cum leaked out of her pussy.
Instead of saying a fucking word, I reached down and undid the button of my dark jeans, then slid the zipper down, freeing my massive, hard cock.
“Come closer, Tatiana,” I said low, deep, and keeping my focus on her.
She exhaled slowly and went to stand, but when I shook my head, she froze.
“Crawl to me, princess.”
A soft sound left her, and her gaze dropped to the thick length I now held in my hand. Tatiana licked her lips, and the sight of that caused pre-cum to bead at the crown. The fat droplet spilled over and slipped down the underside of my dick.
I rubbed my palm up and down, using my cum as lube to stroke myself as she did what I said.
Fuck, I was already so close to getting off.
She drives me crazy.
More pre-cum formed. More slid down the underside of my erection and onto my balls before dripping onto her foyer’s polished wooden floor.
“You see what you do to me, Tatiana? Making me leak like a fucking faucet. Like I have zero control.”
She moaned and crawled to me on her hands and knees, her small tits jiggling from her movements. When she was right in front of me, her head tipped back, her eyes wide and needy for what only I could give her. I forced more cum out and made a nice little puddle on the floor.
“Lick it all up, sweet girl. Let me see you lean down. I want to watch that pretty, little pink tongue lap it up before you suck my cock and gag on it.”
I’d never felt my heart race this hard, never felt the rush Tatiana gave me.
I expected her to say no, to tell me to go fuck myself with my perverse desire for humiliation. But instead, she just licked her lips and leaned down, dragging her tongue along the floor and drinking up all the seed I gave her.
And when the floor was clean, she rose, staring me in the eyes, and—without me saying a word—wrapped her little hand around the base of my shaft to take over stroking me.
My anticipation grew to a dangerous level.
Her lips were so pretty, this beautiful shade of pink that was the same color as her perfect pussy.
Her hair looked so dark with the shadows hugging her. I reached out and dragged my hand through the locks before tangling my fingers in a handful, forcing her head closer to where I wanted her.