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)
“You never know when to shut up, do you?” He thrusts all the way in, bottoming out, the slap of his groin against my ass reverberating in the air.
“Mff…fuck!”
“That’s it, take my cock in your fuckhole and shut your mouth.”
“You’re huge. It kinda hurts.”
He pauses mid-thrust, and I can tell he’s struggling to remain still, because the veins in his neck nearly pop with tension. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Like fuck you will.” I grab his ass cheeks with both hands, slapping them, shoving him in. “I like the pain, Mishka.”
He frowns, but I think he’s too far gone in lust to let his head take over as he plows inside me, finding a rhythm. “Tell me you like being fucked by me, Yuli.”
“I do. You’re filling me up so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I can feel your cock stretching me with each thrust.”
“Like this?” He gives a shove of his hips, and I grunt.
“Mmm…yeah, fuck yeah.”
“Lube me up.”
“Huh?”
“Like the other time. Put your fingers in my ass.”
“Oh fuck…” I think I’m going to explode as he reaches between us and strokes my now painfully hard cock.
My hand is slightly unsteady as I squeeze lube into my other one, and, pulling one ass cheek back, I thrust two fingers inside him in one go.
He moans, releasing delicious sounds as I work him real good, stretching and scissoring my fingers in him. My nails scrape against his sensitive spot as he hits the one inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes out hard, his voice rough with pleasure. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
“That’s the whole point.”
“Mm…right there…fuck…”
“You like being fingered by me while you fuck me senseless, baby?”
“Yeah…I love the feel of you in me as much as the feeling of my cock in you.”
I grin. “Something we agree on. We’re made for each other, Mishka.”
His eyes droop, and he opens his mouth, but then he seals it shut again, killing his thoughts before they’re out in the open.
He pulls out, dragging my fingers out of him at the same time, and before I can protest, he’s climbing over me, his thighs caging my waist.
Vaughn grabs my cock and lowers himself in one smooth motion, taking me all the way in.
I come a little the second he bottoms out.
“F-fucking hell, baby, are you okay?” I groan, because the feel of his ass wrapped around my dick is making me delirious, but he took me all in. It must hurt.
“No,” he groans out, both of his sweaty palms planted on my chest.
“Fuck, shit… Let me see.” I start to get up. “You have to take it slow—”
He shoves me back down. “It’s not because of this that I’m not okay.”
“Then what…”
“Shut up and fuck me, Yulian.”
“You sure…?”
“I said. Fuck me.”
My head is muddied with lust as I thrust up, my cock chasing another orgasm. “Your ass feels so fucking good, baby.”
“Yeah?” He lifts himself and thrusts down as I meet him halfway.
“Yeah. I’m gonna come again.”
“Not yet.”
He lifts up, my cock slipping free before he slams into me, his thrusts quickening, striking my prostate until my thoughts dissolve.
Up again, down again—he rides me for a bit, then fucks me hard and fast.
He does it over and over until I’m unraveling, certain I’ll combust from the relentless rhythm of him taking me and letting me take him in turn.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he speaks against my mouth, buried deep in me, his hands palming my face.
“Fuck, this is the best sex ever.”
“Really?” He smiles with unconcealed pride as he pants, droplets of sweat falling on my forehead and trailing down my nose.
“I love feeling you inside me and seeing you ride me.”
“Me, too. You’re like a dream, Volchonok. How are you even real?” His voice breaks at the end as he thrusts deeper and harder.
He’s shaking and groaning and gasping and moaning as he fucks me senseless. He’s unhinged, violent, and so out of control as he kisses my lips, my chin, my jaw.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunts. “Fucking hell, baby.”
“You…called me baby?”
“You are my baby.” He shudders, then spits on his hand and jerks my cock in that maddening rhythm. “Do you feel good?”
“I’m dying, Mishka…”
“Don’t die,” he orders, but his voice is laced with lust. “I’m not done with you.”
“F-fuck…touch me, yes, fuckkk…”
My balls draw up as the sound of his thrusts echo in the air, the slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh turns me delirious as he kisses me everywhere—my eyelids, my cheek, my mouth, my nose—almost as if he’s worshiping me.
Me.
Vaughn’s worshiping me.
“Come for me,” he orders and pleads at the same time as he pulls back. “Let me see you break for me.”
“Fuck…fuck fuck…” I shudder as I empty all over the place, splashing his face and chest and mouth with cum.
That throws him over the edge as well, because he vibrates on top of me, repeating my name as if it’s a prayer. “I’m going to breed you, baby. I’m coming inside you so deep, you’ll never get me out.”