Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
“Yes!” she gasps.
“Spread your knees wider,” I order.
When she does, it changes the angle, so I can get even deeper inside her. I groan. “You feel so good, Sasha.”
“More,” she chants. “Harder.”
The room starts to spin. Heat spikes the base of my spine. I lean over her torso, propping on one hand to get in deeper, with more force. I fuck her harder. Faster. My breath turns to ragged panting, or maybe that’s hers. My thighs start to tremble with the need to release.
She hasn’t come yet, so I try to hold back. I rub her clit fast with my free hand.
“Harder!” she commands.
My control unravels. A dark chuckle bursts out of my mouth as I forego her pleasure and just ride in for my own finish. I press her flat to the bed, humping that gorgeous ass and plowing deep, deep, deeper still until lights dance before my eyes and come like a fucking speed train.
When I recover I find her red hair bunched in my fist, my mouth on her neck.
A little horrified, I flip her over to her back.
Sasha
I thought giving a man a blowjob made me feel powerful, but I had no idea how incredible it felt to see him come undone while inside me.
No wonder sex is power for women. No wonder this is the weapon we wield the best. Because Maxim turned into an animal right before he came. That cool, manicured persona all but disappeared, and he was nothing but raw masculine desire.
Now, as he stares down at me, there’s concern etched in his face. He knows he lost control—pulled my hair and fucked me so hard I won’t walk straight. He’s worried for me, I can tell.
I smile, remembering his words. You think I could deny you anything after that life-altering blowjob you just gave me? What about now? Now that he’s come inside me? Well, inside a condom, but still inside me. He quickly disposes of the rubber without taking his eyes from my face.
Returning my smile tentatively, he drops kisses between my breasts. He sucks one nipple into his mouth as he massages the other breast. “I’m sorry you didn’t come, sugar. I’ll make it up to you now.”
He’s sweet.
I like him sweet. I don’t want to like it. I want to resist his charm. Because I’ve fallen for this man before, and he crushed me.
“I still liked it,” I admit. “I didn’t come because… “
He lifts his head to meet my eyes.
I sense my face grow warm. I shrug. “It was all new to me. I was fascinated by your orgasm, and then I missed my chance.” I don’t know why I’m revealing so much again. I guess I’m melting in the warmth of his undivided attention.
His eyes flash dark. “There will be lots of chances. Just give me a few minutes.” He sucks my other nipple into his mouth. I wind my fingers through his hair enjoying the riotous sensations he’s creating. I didn’t come, but I’m not missing the orgasm. It still felt great—both the physical and the chemical rewards. My mood soars along with his. I’m full of that sense of well-being and pleasure. Love, even. Not that I’m in love—no way—but the general feeling of love.
He kisses down my belly and spreads my thighs. I close my eyes as his tongue explores my folds.
“Mmm.” Pleasure. I can see how couples stay in bed all day. I now understand how good sex makes people think they’re in love.
This is how my mother kept my father ensnared all those years. Although not enough for him to think of her as anything other than an object to serve and please him. An object to pass on.
Maxim finds my clit with his lips and manages to suction them over it. At the same time, he sinks two fingers inside me and starts stroking my inner walls.
“Gospodi!” I cry out, arching on the bed. The sensations are so intense. So erotic. I claw at the bedcovers when he doesn’t give me a break. He just keeps sucking, keeps stroking.
“Maxim!” My legs thrash beneath me.
He pumps the fingers, bumping my inner wall with the tips every time.
I shriek and pull his hair, frantic, and then I come—a short and fast explosion.
Maxim lifts his mouth away and rubs my clit with this thumb instead.
My eyes roll back in my head. Another short but powerful orgasm rocks through me, and my legs jerk again. Then one more aftershock.
My stomach growls and Maxim chuckles. “Time for breakfast, beautiful.” He climbs off me. “But let’s get cleaned up first. Come here.” He takes my hand and tugs me to the bathroom and in the shower, where he treats me like a queen, lathering me from head to toe, kissing and nuzzling me all over.
I soap his cock, which gets instantly hard again, and then he nails me against the tile and fucks me roughly, pulling out to come on my belly. By the time we both emerge, my legs don’t work, and I’m not sure I remember how to speak.