Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
He feels heavy in my hand when I drag it to the base of his cock and gently increase my pressure. I jack my hand up and down a handful of times in small, defined pumps before returning it to the crown.
Air hisses between his teeth when my thumb instinctively rolls over the slit to gather a droplet of pre-cum pooled there. It switches to a moan when I use it as lubricant to quicken my strokes.
I’m desperate to taste him again when a handful of pumps have a second salty drop beading at the end of his big cock, but I need to see his eyes, so I can’t.
I have to guide him through this as well as he guided me through the realization that sex isn’t dirty.
I stroke his cock hard and fast but also slow and easy, gauging the speed of my pumps by the desperateness of his moans.
If they get too hoarse, I go a little slower.
If they soften, I increase my speed.
I work out what he likes by watching his numerous expressions and feed off the euphoria that I’m responsible for the snippet of peace slowly slipping over his face.
The throbs of the vein feeding his magnificent manhood announce he is on the cusp of release. I’m right there with him. I hated Dr. Babkin’s demand for touch. The emotions pummeling into me now are nowhere near disgust. I love the moans rumbling in Ark’s chest, and the sheer bewilderment in his eyes as he watches me jerk him off. They have me so desperate to taste him again that my tongue darts out to lick up the pre-cum on his swollen crown without a single thought crossing my mind.
“Fuck…” Ark grunts as the rock of his hips greaten.
As I lick, stroke, and suck his cock, he keeps his eyes locked on mine.
His gaze is searingly intense, and it catapults my excitement to a never-before-reached level.
I moan against his knob, confident pleasing him orally is as good as when his head is buried between my legs.
I love that I can give this to him, that I can satisfy him like no one else has, and the knowledge has me losing all sense of control. I draw him to the back of my throat again and again, gagging when his thick crown plunges an inch too far.
“Fuck, Mara,” Ark grunts again as his fingers get lost in my hair.
He holds me still as the veins in his cock pump furiously, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then, two seconds later, hot spurts of cum flood my tongue and slide down my throat.
I swallow eagerly, equally loving the taste of him in my mouth again and the utter relief on his face.
He looks at peace, at home.
He’s finally content.
I’m so exhausted by the emotions pumping out of us that my body is limp when Ark crawls up it to re-lock our lips. I taste myself on his tongue when he licks a droplet of sweat off my top lip before he delves it inside my mouth, and I am sure he is experiencing the same, but his kiss is one for the memory books.
It conveys everything words never will.
His love, his devotion.
His protectiveness.
“Thank you,” I whisper again, aware my words will never be enough to express my gratitude on how ruefully he protected my daughter, but optimistic that I have plenty of time to convey to him how much his sacrifice freed me from the shackles of my childhood.
Ark smiles as if we have the world at our feet before he lines up the crown of his still-throbbing cock with my pussy, digs his toes into the mattress, and then enters me with one ardent thrust.
The pain of taking a man of his girth and length exposes that the reward for those who persevere far exceeds the pain of those who give up.
It shows that quitting is never an option.
Fighting is the only choice, and I will fight for this man until I take my last breath.
46
ARKADIY
“Easton said it would take two hours at the most, so what’s taking him so long?”
Rafael sinks in the chair opposite mine before he rests his left ankle on his right knee. “I don’t know.” My eyes lift from a stack of paperwork when he mutters under his breath, “Maybe he’s buying you time he knows you desperately need.”
He already has my focus, but he wholeheartedly demands it by bringing the only woman capable of making me believe I am not a monster into our conversation. “Mara wouldn’t want you to do this, Ark. She wouldn’t want you sacrificing everything you’ve worked for to take out the trash the authorities should have handled years ago.”
When I remain quiet, incapable of fighting the truth, he drops his leg and leans forward to balance his elbows on my desk. “Tell her your plan before initiating it. Give her a chance to talk you out of it.”