Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“Yulian,” he growls in warning, and that voice does shit to me.
Like twitching my spent cock that obviously doesn’t seem to get enough.
Let’s just say I’m the greediest motherfucker to have ever been greedy.
He crawls on top of me, one hand gripping my hair, the other around my throat, and I release a hum because his nipples are brushing mine, and I can die happy now.
On second thought, not yet.
“Why the fuck do you keep antagonizing me? Hmm?” His hard cock is so heavy against my thighs, and I can barely focus on his words. “Why do you love driving me insane?”
Because it means he cares.
I smile instead of admitting that. “Gotta keep you working for it, baby. I’m not easy.”
He lifts a brow. “No?”
“Well…yes. But not anymore. I swear on my dick’s honor.”
He huffs out a chuckle, releasing my throat, but only after he drops a kiss to the slope of my collarbone.
This makes the fourth time he’s done that—those random kisses when I least expect them. First, on my arm while I was fucking him. Then my shoulder when he came inside me against the bathroom wall. Then on my back in the bath. And now this.
Yes, I counted. Take it up with the obsession police and ask for some form of moderation in my erratic behavior while you’re at it.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
A moan slips out of me—not just from the way he declared it, but from the press of his cock against my thigh, swelling my balls with pressure.
He reaches over me toward the nightstand, snatching the lube and spilling it into his palm.
“Already stocked the place with lube, Mishka?”
“First thing I asked to be added to the house post cleaning,” he says coolly, like he truly thought about it.
I laugh as I grab his head with both hands. “You can be so damn cute.”
“I’m not cute.”
“You are to me.”
He tries to scowl, but really, he’s fighting a smile and watching me with a sort of awe that tickles my insides, and my cock. Can’t forget about that little insatiable whore.
“You’re so annoying,” he puffs out as he lifts himself on his knees, then shifts so he’s positioned between my thighs and reaches between us. I open my legs wider as he drives two lubed-up fingers inside me.
“You love that I’m annoying.” I pant, trying to relax as much as possible to allow him access when he adds the third, then I lather my hand with lube. “It makes you dripping wet, baby.”
I wrap my hands around him, squeezing him roughly, and he lets out a deep rumble. My nostrils flare when precum oozes from the tip and he throbs in my palm like crazy.
I do that to him.
I make the Vaughn Morozov so fucking needy.
“You act so standoffish and cool, but you become a weeping mess when I touch you, Mishka.”
“Fuck…Mmm…you goddamn asshole…” He moans, then pushes me back, forcing me to release him. “I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you for a whole week, I’m not coming in your hand, Volchonok.”
His words light me up like fireworks.
He’s been thinking about me for the entire week.
Five days.
In your fucking face, Cy. Go touch some grass.
He withdraws his fingers, only to press his cock against me, the thick crown breaching with one brutal shove of his hips.
A grunt rips from me as he growls low in his throat, driving deeper, both hands cradling my face, his eyes locked to mine as if his life depends on it.
It’s apparently a pattern. He loves to look at my eyes at all times. Whether I’m the one who’s fucking him or the other way around. Even when I fucked him from behind against the bathtub, he kept looking back the whole time.
Not sure what he sees in my freaky eyes, but apparently, he likes them a lot.
His chest glistens with sweat as he pushes further. “God fucking dammit, you feel perfect, do you know that?”
“Mff…”
“Why do you feel so good? Fuck.” He releases all sorts of delicious growly noises as he stretches me the fuck up.
I shift and adjust, opening my legs wider, giving him more access, letting him impale me.
I never thought I’d be craving being filled and claimed, but here we are.
“Your ass is the best hole my cock has ever been in.” He kisses my forehead, just a brush of his lips—a fleeting one. That, coupled with his words, and I’m getting hard in an instant.
Need to text Danika the news. Or not. Want her as far away from him as possible. The moon is my preferred location for her.
“You haven’t had many holes, so that’s stating the obvious,” I say, mostly because I need him to specifically say I’m better than her.
What? I’m extremely salty she was his first.
Like, dead offended.
In a perfect world, we should’ve been each other’s firsts.