Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Two.
“Please,” I ask, needing him to know I want this.
And then he surges to life. My back slams against the wall beside my door as Oleg unleashes the months of pent-up attraction between us. One beefy hand cups my ass, the other captures my nape, and he claims my mouth like it’s his last chance at breathing.
My core instantly turns molten. I grind down on the leg he thrust between mine, kissing him back with as much frantic need as he’s giving. I don’t feel his tongue, but I use mine—probably too sloppily. He kneads my ass, helping me hump his leg.
I reach out to open my door then grab a fistful of Oleg’s black t-shirt—the one stretched taut over his broad shoulders and chiseled pecs and try to tug him into my apartment.
Try is the operative word here.
Because Oleg doesn’t move.
The pulse between my legs makes me antsy. “Come inside,” I encourage.
He shakes his head.
What… the F?
“Oleg, come inside,” I say it more like an order now. I mean, this guy’s into me. He’s going to give me what I need, right?
He shakes his head again then mimes drinking.
Aw, fuck.
Really?
“You won’t touch me because I’ve been drinking?”
He nods.
He’s that much of a gentleman?
“That’s… sweet.”
Really, really sweet.
“And annoying. Oleg, you can’t do this to me,” I reason, tugging fistfuls of his shirt. “That kiss just got me all hot and bothered. You can’t leave me all needy. It’s not fair.”
His brows go down again. Jaw clenches. He wipes his lower lip with his thumb, eyes dropping to my mouth. I can see him struggling. The guy who respects me versus the guy who doesn’t want to deny me. And also there’s the guy who’s going to have blue balls, himself. Because I felt his boner, and it was rock hard.
Like before, the moment he makes his decision, he surges into action. He crowds me backward, into my one-bedroom apartment, then kicks the door shut and locks it.
“Yes, Oleg.”
I drop my purse, throw off my jacket and lunge for his lips again. We kiss like it’s a contest to see who can devour the other one first. Still no tongue from him, though. Like he’s too much of a gentleman for that, too. He picks me up, his forearm under my ass, and I straddle his thick trunk with my legs. He turns in a circle to get his bearings and then correctly chooses the door to my bedroom, where he takes me and drops me in the center of the bed.
The moment I’m down, he tears at the hole in my fishnets—like wrecking them was a premeditated crime—and then drags his open mouth along my inner thigh until he meets the edge of the short-shorts I wore over the fishnets. There, he bites the fabric and tugs, the heat of his breath fanning over my core.
“Eager, huh?” I ask with a laugh. He grunts in reply. That sound… fuck, it makes my pussy melt.
I race to unbutton the shorts, shoving them down my hips. He takes over, yanking them down off my waist, along with the fishnets.
I giggle when he reaches my boots.
He makes a sound of discontent and rips at their ties. In a few seconds, I have them toed off, and I’m naked from the waist down.
Oleg grabs both my legs and pulls me down the bed. He’s an aggressive lover—so different from what I’d imagined he’d be like—but I love it. I mean, I’m way into it. He nips and kisses my core but for some reason, withholds the tongue. Maybe it grosses him out to lick down there.
Instead, he sweeps one of his large fingers inside his cheek to moisten it and then rubs my entrance.
I’m already wet from the way he’s handled me, and his finger slides right in.
I don’t usually like being finger-fucked. Digits are too small. And not soft enough. Too pokey.
But Oleg’s finger is huge. As big as a normal guy’s dick. And, oh, does he know how to use it. He thrusts in a couple times, then pushes a second one in and starts petting my inner wall.
My mouth drops open in pleasure when he finds what must be my G-spot. My thighs twitch and slam against his broad shoulders. He strokes and circles the bundle of nerves until I’m a quivering mess, then he starts finger-fucking me hard and fast.
“Oh God,” I pant, grabbing his free arm like I’m desperate to have something to hold on to while I’m on this wild ride.
He reaches under my tank top and shoves my bra cup down. I’m shocked when he pinches my nipple—hard. My hips jack off the bed in response, taking his fingers deeper.
I thrash my head on the bed, so close.
He makes a sound in the back of his throat and fucks me faster. His thumb coasts over my clit when he pumps his fingers in, and I go off like a firecracker—exploding into pleasure with my first orgasm from fingers alone.