Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“I know… And I also know how much,” I tell him, whispering each word. “Because I feel exactly the same. I’m sorry it took me this long.” Before I can say anything else, he presses his finger over my lips, just like I did to him before.
“It doesn’t matter. We’re here now, just the two of us.”
“Yes, just the two of us,” I repeat, licking my lips unconsciously as the same thought crosses our minds. Grinning, Arsen turns to the door and slides the magnetic key across its slit, turning the handle and walking inside the room. I follow after him, closing the door behind me. Still smiling, I walk past him, making an enormous effort to not jump on him right away. I want to do this right, after all. It’s time for us to be able to enter an apartment or a room and get past the hallway.
I sit on the edge of the bed, my eyes locking on his. He comes over to me, going down on one knee as he holds my chin between his thumb and index finger. My heart is racing, lust and love mixing into one dangerous combination. This time there are no worries, no consequences to consider… Arsen and I, we’re finally one.
I rest my hands on his face and pull him in, my eyelids drooping as I lean in toward him. Our lips touch slowly, our mouths fitting as if they were matching pieces of the same set. We barely move; we just stand still, our slightly parted lips brushing against one another while we let reality sink in. This is really happening and I’m not even talking about the sex right now.
“Forever, Ash,” he whispers, his lips leaving mine. “I’m yours forever.”
There’s a smile on his face, one full of tenderness and grace.
“Promise me that,” I whisper back at him, pressing my forehead against
his as I take a deep breath.
“I promise you, Ash. Forever,” he says, his fingers once again under my
chin. He makes me look up at him, his smile slowly turning into a grin.
“But you know what that means, don’t you?” He continues, my heart
beating faster as the tone of his voice changes. “It means that you’re also
mine… Mine to do as I please.”
“I wouldn’t want it another way,” I tell him with a grin of my own. I
hesitate, but then I say something that crosses my mind, something that
reminds me of the hours I spent on the phone with him. “Sir.” “Good girl.” His grin widens and he goes up to his feet, his crotch right
in front of my face. I can’t help but notice the bulging there, the contour of
his cock calling to me. Looking up at him, I slowly raise my arm and let my
fingers fall on his crotch. I press slightly, feeling his thick cock with the
palm of my hand. It’s almost insane to think that this cock right here is now
mine… Only mine. Yes, this is my life now, getting to fuck the perfect guy
with the perfect cock for the rest of my days.
I curl my fingers around his thick shape, my eyes never leaving his as I
start stroking him over the fabric of his dress pants. Flicking my wrist softly, I move my hand back and forth, his fingers threading through my
hair as the atmosphere around becomes heavier.
“I never wanted to fuck anyone as bad as I want to fuck you right now,”
he says, his fingers turning into hooks and wrapping themselves around
long locks of hair. I gasp as I feel his fingertips running over my scalp, and
then he yanks on my hair, forcing my head back.
“What are you waiting for, then?” I shoot back at him, my heart
pounding violently as I anticipate what’s to come. “I’m right here. Yours to
handle, yours to do whatever you want to.”
“Is that so?” He asks mockingly, still keeping my head in place. I grab
his cock hard, my fingers wrapped tight around it as his shaft pulses. “That’s exactly so. I’m yours, sir,” I purr at him, my voice sounding as
if I were Misty once again. Something wild and dangerous flickers in his
eyes, and I lick my lips lewdly, wanting him to unleash all that wildness
upon my body.
Letting go of my hair, he places his hand over my right shoulder and
pushes me harshly; I fall back, my body bouncing on top of the mattress as
he climbs on the bed. I barely have enough time to blink as he slides his
fingers up my leg and under my skirt, flattening the palm of his hand
against my pussy. He presses hard, my thong sticking against my folds as I
realize that I’m as wet as the Pacific. Thankfully, the way he’s pressing me
on my pussy tells me something that I desperately want—this time there’ll
be no teasing. This time, there’ll no working toward a climax because the