Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Fuck, fuck. Her hips are twitching, meaning she’s grinding her horny young pussy against my face. I greedily claim big handfuls of her ass as I keep licking. When I slide my finger into her, it slips in easier this time, as if all the licking has gotten her ready for me. I finger fuck her tight, warm hole, loving the sound her body makes, the wetness talking to me.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl. “Oh fuck.”
I suck on her clit, pushing my tongue against it. Every time she moans or shifts against me, it drives me on with more lust, more heat. I fuck her faster with my finger when she bites down on something, the sheets or a pillow, to stop people from hearing. Her muffled moans of desire are enough to turn me into a beast.
I devour her pussy now. I don’t think about her folds or her clit or her sopping wet hole. I think about all of her. I kiss and lick and suck, losing myself, pushing my face into her heat, her scent, her everything.
When the orgasm grips her perfect curviness, I feel it before I hear it—the tension in her body. The way she tightens around my finger, the way her warmth pulses. Her hips buck wildly as she grinds against me, the pleasure bursting out of her.
I stand up when I feel her climax slowly abate, staring down at her thick ass and the wetness of her thighs. I can’t help it. I grab my shorts and pull them down. When my cock springs free, Mila gasps, turning around and sitting on the bed. She stares up at me, giving me the best view of her cleavage.
“Mikhail,” she whispers. “We can’t …”
“You don’t have to be nervous,” I growl, my dick so hot. “I’ll try to take it slow with you.”
I didn’t even mean to put the try in there, but it just came out. It’s the most honest thing I could’ve said.
“It’s not that,” she murmurs. “What if we do this, and then I have to marry—”
I cut her off by gently pushing her onto the bed and then climbing on top of her. When I bring my lips to hers, she turns her face away, laughing softly. “Sorry,” she murmurs.
I take a moment to realize why she did it. I smirk as I reach down and grip my shaft, trailing my dick up her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her slit. “You don’t want to taste yourself?”
“Uh, duh,” she says.
I smirk, then lean up, letting me get a better look at her. Her body twitches when I bring my tip to her entrance, pushing just a bit, feeling her widen for me.
“Will it … you know?”
“Say it,” I groan, my head swimming.
“Will it fit?”
“Say all of it,” I tell her.
“Will your …” She pauses, her cheeks flushing, but then she pushes on. “… dick fit in my pussy?”
“Oh, fuck …” I keep pushing, knowing she’s going to take every inch of my dick, knowing I’m going to fuck her hard and she’s going to cream down my dick and—
Suddenly, the door bursts open. “Mila, where’s Mikhail? Something has … Oh God!”
It’s Ania’s voice, I realize. She suddenly leaves the room, slamming the door behind her. Mila rolls away from me, and I leap back. The moment is shattered. I still want her, even as Mila begins frantically to get dressed. We’ve been caught, but I want to hammer her hard even now.
“You better go and speak to her,” Mila says urgently. “What if she tells someone? What if my dad finds out? What if he hurts my brother? Please, Mikhail.”
It takes a lot of effort to pull up my pants and tuck my manhood away. I take a moment at the door, breathing slowly, waiting for my dick to calm the hell down.
I find Ania waiting at the end of the hallway, her eyes vast pits.
“Ania—”
“I don’t care about that,” she says. “You and Mila are grown adults.”
“Keep your voice down, Ania, please.”
She winces, then nods. “Okay, fine. Whatever.”
“What happened?” I ask. “Why were you looking for me?”
She swallows. “Dimitri and his girlfriend were attacked. They’re on their way here now.”
“His … girlfriend?” I say.
Ania shrugs. “I’m guessing that’s who she is. I don’t know why else Dimitri would be alone with a woman.”
The idea of Dimitri having a girlfriend seems alien to me, but then again, the idea of me finding a woman would’ve seemed the same not long ago.
“But he’s okay?”
“It’s Dimitri,” Ania says. “Of course, he’s okay.”
CHAPTER 9
MILA
It’s hard to be mentally present when Dimitri comes home. Mikhail and I return to the office; our date will have to take a raincheck. That’s where we are when Dimitri joins us. He quizzes us about our work and seems suspicious that I’m helping. Mikhail tells him, “She knows what she’s doing,” and that’s enough to make me sparkle like a naïve idiot.