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. I’m just saying it’s enough to make me almost explode. I undo her button and then tug on her pants. She grabs my wrists, and for a second, I think she’s going to stop me, but then she helps me slip them down.
“Not all the way,” she murmurs.
I almost roar at her, You’ll take it any damn way I give it, but that’s just the beast inside me howling. I can’t listen to it. I can’t let it twist me into the demon trying to burst out of me. Fuck, fuck. I want to claim her wet pussy so badly.
Her wetness gleams in the sunlight shining from behind us. Her face is twisted with lust. Her hole, fluttering and pink, is calling to a primal part of me.
“Oh, my, God …”
I know I’ll never tire of seeing Mila’s body, her lust draping over every part of her. I bring my finger to her lust-swollen clit and rub her as gently as I’m able to, but when I hear the urgency in her moans, I keep going faster, with more pressure, watching her each moment. I savor the ecstasy scorching across her features.
Her hips start moving quickly. She lets out a moan that echoes around us, then bites down like she feels bad for letting her pleasure fly. That makes her moaning even sexier. It’s how she tries not to moan like what we’re sharing is so intense that it’s borderline impossible to keep contained inside.
Finally, her pleasure sounds turn almost hollow. When I feel her orgasm coming—the way her body trembles, her moans, her everything—I rub my whole hand against her pussy. Her wetness smears all over my palm, making me want to stroke it up and down my dick, get it soaked and slippery for her.
She sits up on her elbows when it’s over, looking at me with a dazed expression. “That was … crazy.”
I smirk, though I can feel my lips trembling as if that deep instinct is trying to make me howl in lust. “Crazier than last time?”
She laughs, then bites her lip. “Maybe it’s …”
Running away. Or the near-disaster last night. Or the impending disaster of her possible marriage to my brother.
“Everything?” I say.
“Yeah, everything,” she agrees, with another cute laugh. Then she reaches over toward my manhood.
“You don’t have to,” I tell her, my voice dark.
She stops, letting her hand drop. “Don’t you want me to?”
“It’s not that,” I tell her.
“What then?” she asks.
I swallow. She hasn’t pulled her pants up. Her pussy is still glistening with wetness.
“I want your tight, wet slit so badly. I want to feel how warm you are. I need it. I need to fuck you raw, Mila. No condom. Nothing between us. I know what that means. I know how messed up it sounds, but it’s the truth. I ache for you and …”
“And you’re worried you’ll just do it, take me, even if I don’t want my first time to be here?” She has a small, suspicious smile on her face. “Is that it, huh?”
“It sounds insane when you say it like that.”
“You’d never …”
“No, no, no,” I growl. “Of course not. Not in a million years. I’d die, I’d kill, I’d torture before I let anyone hurt you.”
Maybe the sudden fire in my voice sends her into my arms. She throws herself at me. I catch her, kissing her passionately as she lies on top of me.
“Tell me what I can do,” she whispers. “I want you, Mikhail. I want you, but, well, you know what.”
“Say it,” I groan. She hesitates, and I growl, “You don’t have to be ashamed. Say. It.”
“I’m a virgin,” she says, and my cock pulses, my balls swelling.
“Do you really want to know what I want?”
“Hmm.”
“Your hot, wet—”
“Mikhail …”
“Let me finish,” I say, kissing her. “Your hot, wet … mouth.”
She slides off me, biting her lip as she nods, keeping eye contact with me and driving me even crazier. She wriggles her pants back up so that she can come up to a kneeling position. “Shouldn’t you stand up?” she murmurs.
I groan as I rise to my feet, my pleasure whispering through my length, so much precome leaking hotly from my tip. I’m almost relieved that she’s hidden her soaked virgin treasure.
Slowly, I undo my belt and then pull my pants down. When I pull down my underwear and my cock springs free, Mila’s eyes shoot open wide. For a second, it’s like I can hear her thinking, What have I just agreed to?
“I can’t promise to, you know, all of it,” she murmurs.
“Anything with you is better than everything with somebody else,” I tell her. “You don’t have to doubt yourself or make excuses.”
She nods, then leans forward and brings her hand to my shaft. As she strokes, I remind myself to stay alert just in case somebody does, on the off chance, stroll over here, though I doubt they would. She strokes me slowly at first, making my dick slick.