Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 100417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Even more powerful than the first, this climax overwhelmed me. I clasped his face as I melted against his tongue, grinding my flesh against it.
Once the tremors ebbed, I begged, “Please, Máxim, no more. Por favor.”
He released me. Boneless, I tumbled over to my side.
With heaving breaths, he rocked his hips, his rampant cock thrusting at air. “You wanted to watch me?” He took that veined shaft in his fist and began to masturbate it. Licking his lips for my taste, he jacked himself, his biceps bulging, his heavy balls bouncing with each stroke.
I curled up next to him, my face on his torso for front-row viewing. I’d never seen a man masturbate to orgasm before.
As he neared the edge, his knees drew up. His torso muscles rippled under his sweat dampened skin. “Unless you want me . . . to come on you . . . slide your mouth over my cockhead.”
I eased down and wrapped my lips around the crown. With my nails digging into his hips, I sucked while he pumped.
“Is my beautiful girl going to take every drop?” I moaned my assent.
“I’m going to empty my cum in you. Fill you in every way.” With his free hand, he palmed the back of my head, holding me steady for his release—as if he feared I’d change my mind and get away.
Sounding out of his head, he bit out, “When you ground your sweet pussy against my mouth, my cock almost went off right then. You rode my fucking tongue, didn’t you, Katya? Just to make me insane. You rode it till you came on it.”
I whimpered around the crown. Wanting to try something I’d read about, I straightened my tongue and dipped the tip into his slit. I tasted his pre-cum before it beaded.
“AH! You can’t even wait for it? You drive me fucking mad!” He thrust his shaft between my ravenous lips, against my busy tongue. He bellowed, “Drink me, Katya!” He dug his heels into the mattress, his back bowing as he erupted. “Take it . . . take it . . .”
I drank his offering, consuming his cum as greedily as he’d licked mine. Again and again and again . . .
He grated Russian words as his shudders eased. When he pulled me away, my lips had so much suction, they made a pop sound.
“I never thought to hear that.” He gave a strained laugh as he dragged me up to his chest. “Never thought to possess a woman so greedy for my cock, I’d have to pry her still-sucking mouth off me.”
Wrapping an arm around my neck, he trapped me to him. His other arm was over his face, his heart thundering against my ear.
Why would he admit to these things, those sexual things, if he was still angry with me? Maybe he couldn’t help himself. Or maybe we were easing back to where we’d been the night before?
As soon as the thought occurred, he moved me off him. Leaving me in a tangle of sheets, he rose without looking back.
I was still sitting there in confusion when he returned, showered, shaved, a towel wrapped around his waist.
“As much as I’ve enjoyed feeding you your dinner and breakfast—straight from the tap—you need to eat actual food.”
I shot him a glare. “And now you turn back into a dick. It’s all pumpkins and carriages with you, Ruso. What will it take to convince you I didn’t set out to deceive you? I’m not interested in having a kid, not yours or anyone else’s—not for years and years. Maybe if I live to be your age, I’ll consider it then.”
“So the exact timing was coincidence?”
“You called me, forcing me to come over!”
“And you took advantage of my weakness! I know I’m only one client among many. Your night with me was merely one in a stream of them. But you’d have me believe you were so careless? When this is your livelihood?”
I wanted to scream that it wasn’t. Yet hadn’t I accepted two paid dates with him? “And it’s your life! The day I have a child with someone like you . . .” I trailed off. “That day will never come. The problem with all your wealth, Sevastyan, is that you come with it.”
“Sell that somewhere else. I’m a rich, good-looking male in my prime. You’re already addicted to my cock.”
“Maybe I am. That doesn’t mean I want to be tied to you for the rest of my life.” My temper was close to redlining. “And why would you want to be anywhere near a woman you think so badly of? You’re accusing me of using a baby—a baby—as a payday.”
“Maybe I deserve a woman as deceitful as I am scarred. Maybe I’ll keep you indefinitely. You’ll be my sub, and I’ll be your master. At least until I’m done with you.”
“En tus sueños, you paranoid prick!” In your dreams!
He made a grated sound of irritation. “Do you think I want to be so paranoid? So jaded?” His voice rose with every word, until he was almost yelling. “Do you know how bloody frustrating it is knowing everyone wants something of me? And I can trust no one?”
“En serio? Everybody wants something from everybody else!” I yelled back. “That’s how the world works! Do you think you’re unique in not trusting? I—trust—no—one! You poor little rich boy, you don’t have more problems because you’re rich—you just have different ones!”
“What problems do you have to equal mine? You’re young and beautiful. You suck and fuck for a living. Do you strain yourself picking out what nail polish to wear on your dates?”
“You have no idea! No tiene idea!”
“Tell me!”
Muzzle it, Cat! “You don’t get my secrets! You don’t deserve anything from me—much less a child!”
“No? Then all I know about you is that you decided to solve whatever problems you think you have—by selling your body. Bravo. Great idea.”
My jaw slackened. “Hipócrita! You’re going to give me shit about being an escort, when you’ve kept the entire industry afloat with your dick? Baby boy, do I need to teach you the law of supply and demand?”