Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“Pardon—”
The word was cut off with a gasp when he lifted me up on the shelf. “I’m going to show you what I felt.” He wedged himself between my thighs.
“What does that mean?”
He didn’t answer, just unzipped his slacks to drag the heavy length of his cock out. The crown was damp with arousal. My body went electric when his shaft strained toward my pussy, as if hunting it on its own.
I’d loved on his dick with my mouth and taken his semen on my tongue, wanted to again. “Let me kiss you like last night.” I tried to shimmy off the shelf, but he pinned me there, pressing that shaft directly against the silky front of my panties. Right against my swollen clitoris. I moaned when I perceived the heat of him, even through the damp material.
“Feel that,” he rasped. “Teasing me got you wet? You like goading me until I lose control?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
He rubbed my upper thighs with his callused palms, higher and higher. With his thumbs, he reached under my panties and pulled my lips past the sides of the crotch. “This is what I felt.” He thrust, as much as clothes-fucking me, with only silk between his cock and my clit.
I moaned low, my head falling back.
“No, you don’t,” he snapped, drawing my gaze. “You’re going to look at me like you did when you teased me, Natalya. Like you would die if I didn’t fuck you at that moment.” He gave a second thrust, making my body vibrate. “Your eyes were begging me to bend you over that table and plunge into your pussy.” Another thrust. “Is that what you meant to tell me?”
“Yes!” I was going to come like this, was already on the verge. “I want it now.”
“Christ, woman.” He rocked his hips again, gliding his shaft over me. More pre-cum clung to the head; he swiped a streak of it against the silk, then positioned himself once more.
The friction and heat were making me mindless. “Please don’t stop that!”
“I should stop, leaving you as you did me.” He leaned forward to rumble words at my ear, “Feeling like I’d explode, on the verge of coming in my pants. So close I wanted to; damn the consequences, I wanted you to bring my cock off in a room full of people.”
When I shivered, his thumbs delved deeper. “Open your dress.”
I untied the sash, then drew the sides apart, baring my bra.
“Very nice,” he said with another thrust. “Now, take that off.”
I snatched it up, wanting him to see my heavy breasts.
When they bobbed with his next thrust, he grunted the order: “Play.”
My hands flew to them, cupping.
“Lovely Natalya.” He rolled his hips again. The silk was now soaking. “You’re going to wet me through your panties?” He ran two fingers along the damp underside of his shaft before returning it against me.
I moaned. “Why won’t you have sex with me?”
“Don’t forget this is punishment.” A crueler thrust. “And you’re not for me. Now, show me how hard those nipples can get.”
I tugged at them.
“Harder.”
I did, moaning when I felt his thumbs at my slit, opening me, so close to breaching me with them. “Inside, Sevastyan. Put your fingers inside me.”
“Have you ever used one of those vibrators to penetrate yourself?”
My face heated, a ridiculous reaction considering what we were doing. But I answered honestly, “Yes. I like to.”
He groaned, bucking faster. “Then why were you a virgin?”
Between panting breaths, I said, “Hadn’t met . . . the right guy.”
“Yet you think you have now?” He started a series of swift pumps, sawing his shaft back and forth over my wet clit.
“Sevastyan!” I could almost pretend that he was fucking me, his stiff rod pillaging my core. He’d fuck and fuck until I was forced to come around his cock. Until he’d forced me to milk that thick length . . . “Ah, God, I’m about—”
He covered my mouth with one of his hands, muffling my screams. He slipped two fingers between my lips, treating me to my own juices. “Suck,” he ordered.
My head fell back and I sucked in delight, imagining those fingers were his cock. Under his sharp thrusts, I began to orgasm. I screamed, I sucked, I never wanted it to end.
Clenching, spasming, each wave brought unbearable pleasure—and a frenzied hunger to be filled. . . .
When I was too sensitive to take any more, he pulled back and pressed my knees toward my naked breasts. With me rocking back against the wall, ankles on his shoulders, he yanked my panties to my thighs, baring me. Gaze locked on my swollen flesh, he fisted himself, masturbating that big cock.
Neck straining, arm muscles bulging, he grated, “Watch me come on you.” He was aiming between my legs. The idea of him ejaculating there made me melt all over again, my pussy quivering and contracting as he watched—
“Fuck, woman, I see you!” Choking back a yell, he began to spurt heavy ropes of cum.
When scorching semen lapped against my sensitive lips, I moaned, spreading my legs in welcome.
Between gnashed teeth, he hissed, “My greedy girl wants more?” He squeezed his cock, and another ribbon lashed my mons. Over and over, he pumped himself until his shaft was spent, pulsating but empty. . . .
Dazed, wanting to kiss him, I reached for him.
But he pushed my hands away. “Ah-ah.” He palmed me between my thighs—and began slathering his seed into my flesh.
Why? What? How could that be so sexy? As ever, I had no idea what he would do next. Though my arousal had renewed with a surge, I sat docile, allowing him to coat me.
After working my panties back into place, he used his whole palm to give the sodden crotch a good slap—which made me buck for another. With that same look of masculine satisfaction, he said, “You’ll feel me tomorrow.”
Wicked, sexy, domineering man. I couldn’t imagine another male could excite me as much as he did. I needed to wrap my arms around him, to whisper in his ear how he drove me crazy.