Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She ran her hands down her curves. “It’s soft...and...I’m not thin.”
“That’s good news for me, agape mou. I want some flesh in my woman.”
“I’m...curvy.”
“Even better. I swear to fuck, my cock feels like it grew an inch longer at your words.”
She whimpered at the image of his already large cock becoming even larger.
“Go back to cupping your breasts, agape mou, but this time I want you to gently touch your nipples. Very gently...” The whimper from the other end of the line told Mykolas Velvet was doing what he said. Fuck, the sound was so fucking hot.
He unzipped himself. “Twist your nipples harder.”
Velvet gasped, the pleasure and pain of her nipples being twisted in such a way taking her by surprise.
Fuck, fuck, fuck that was hot! Mykolas took out his cock again. “I want you to look at the mirror again, Velvet. This time, I want you to never take your eyes off the mirror.”
“Y-yes.”
“Move one hand down and slowly open yourself wide.”
Her hand shook as she moved to do as ordered, and Velvet couldn’t help but let out a little moan as she felt herself stretching to open wide. It was a very strange sensation, completely unfamiliar but addictively sensual.
“Do you think my cock will fit?”
“No.”
Then that meant she was fucking tight. The thought had him stroking himself, harder and faster than he intended.
“If that’s the case, I need you to open yourself wider.”
“I d-don’t think—-”
“It’s possible, agape mou. Trust me.”
And so she did, and her pussy opened more widely, her entrance becoming moist as if in preparation for welcoming Mykolas’ wonderfully large cock.
“Now, I want you to use your other hand to touch your clit. You know where it is?”
“I...” She let her other hand move and after a few strokes, she found it and gasped, “Yes.” She couldn’t stop stroking herself now.
Fuuuuck.
He knew exactly what Velvet was doing, and his hand moved accordingly, rubbing his cock in furious movements. “Are you close to coming, Velvet?”
“I...yes...”
“When you come, I want you to say my name.”
The command was more than enough to push her off the cliff she had been hovering over all this time. With furious strokes on her clit, Velvet gasped, “Mykolas.”
“Velvet.” Mykolas came furiously, her release triggering his.
When her eyes fluttered open, she found herself draped limply against her chair and still seated across the mirror.
“Velvet?” His voice was still a little uneven. He had never experienced such a powerful orgasm. It blew him away, and because it had, he knew that for a virgin like Velvet, the experience would have been more shattering for her.
His fists clenched as a surge of possessiveness went through him. This definitely clenched it. Velvet Lambert was his. Maybe not now, but she would be. It was only a matter of time.
It took a long time for Velvet to speak. Somehow, this man – this Mykolas Sallis, whoever he was – had gotten under her skin, and life wouldn’t ever be the same again. She felt so vulnerable and exposed she was tempted to put the phone down. But in the end she couldn’t, and so she muttered, “I’m here.”
“Velvet...do you want to meet with me now?” Mykolas’ body became rigid with tension as he waited for her reply.
Fear and need battled inside her. Finally, she said, “Not...yet.”
Chapter Three
Dusk had turned to dawn and Mykolas’ jet had already been airborne for over ten hours by the time Mykolas was done with his conference call with his managers and had entered his private cabin. Loosening his tie, Mykolas made short work of his clothes to take a quick hot shower. As water cascaded down on his head and back, the thought of Velvet Lambert came to him, unbidden. A second later, he was unsurprised to find his cock fully erect and aching.
Pressing a button, he said, “Play voice mail from Velvet Lambert.”
A moment later, the voice-automated system had processed his command.
Hello, asshole.
Mykolas snorted.
I got your gift. Asshole.
His gift, meaning the expensive clitoris vibrator he had sent her, prettily wrapped in gold and placed inside a box that was the same size and shape as a jewelry box.
You knew I’d think it was a ring, didn’t you, asshole?
He grinned.
And I opened it in front of Mandy!
“Call Velvet Lambert.” But because he was laughing too hard, he had to repeat the command thrice before the system was able to make the call.
Velvet slowly woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. Peeking, she became wide awake when she realized who was calling her. Fumbling for her Bluetooth speaker, she connected it to her ear as she answered his call. “ASSHOLE.”
“I missed you, too, Velvet.” The groggy sound of her voice hit him then and Mykolas grimaced. “I forgot about the time difference. My apologies, agape mou. It’s...three in the morning there, isn’t it?”