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)
A shiver rips down my spine as I lift myself slightly, then slam down. The friction is so good, more precum splashes on his abs.
Yulian’s hand slides down from my mouth to my aching nipple that’s surrounded by his teeth marks. I thrust myself on his cock once more, and this time, he meets me halfway down.
“Feel good?” I ask, breathless. “Tell me it feels good.”
He shakes his head, and my heart drops and spills on the mattress. “It’s more than good, baby. I can’t take this anymore.”
His hands clamp around my waist, and in one fluid motion, he flips us, never pulling out. My back thuds against the mattress, a groan tearing from me as he looms above, sweat darkening his hair and running down his temples.
“I have to fuck you properly, touch you properly, experience you properly.” His hips jerk as he moves with shallow thrusts. “You feel your tight little hole clenching around my cock as if it was made for me?”
“Mmmfuck, Yuli…shit, harder.”
“Harder?” He lets out a low grunt, pushing into me with more force. “Want me to break your ass, baby?”
“Thought you’ve wanted me for so long.” I wrap an arm around his back, my fingers digging into his muscles. “Show me how much.”
A growl slips from his lips as he thrusts so deep, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I think I feel him in my stomach.
Why do I love feeling him in my stomach?
He does it again, burying himself so deep, the unhinged passionate violence hits me in a spot that electrifies me.
I’m kind of coming all over my abs, my cock bobbing and throbbing, hitting my abs with each of his thrusts.
“More…” I breathe out.
“More?”
“Please…more…”
“Fuck, baby, you can’t get enough of me?”
“No, I can’t…” I confess, my voice catching at the end.
And that drives him feral as he pounds me with so much intensity, it leaves me breathless.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” he says between thrusts, one of his hands yanking at my hair. “I’ve wanted a taste of you so badly that I fucked your girlfriend just to feel you inside her, baby. Everything you watched on that video was me recreating you instead of her, just picturing you bending over for me and taking my cock made me come so many fucking times.”
“You’re sick,” I whisper even as I dig my fingers into him deeper, coming in increments as he fucks me the hell up.
Literally.
Figuratively.
I don’t tell Yulian this, but I’ve been fucking obsessing over him since I saw that video.
It’s only now that I realize my inexplicable rage was never because he slept with my girlfriend. It was because I couldn’t stand the idea of him with someone else.
Still can’t.
If anyone comes near him, I’ll burn them alive.
“If I’m sick and you’re still so fucking hard for me, what does that make you, Mishka?”
I open my mouth, but he places a hand under my back and lifts me up so that I’m sitting on his lap as he drives into me from beneath.
“Don’t answer that,” he blurts the words before crushing his mouth to mine, kissing me with the same brutal intensity as his thrusts, until sparks burst behind my eyelids.
My fingers claw into his back, my nails raking his skin, but he doesn’t flinch and keeps going with relentless fury.
“Fuck, I don’t want to come,” he whines against my lips. “I don’t want it to be over.”
It’s my turn to laugh, and his eyes widen, then he kisses me as he reaches between us, wrapping his hand around my cock.
My spine jerks. “Mff, yes, yes, shit…fuck me.”
“You’re driving me insane.”
“I am?”
“You know the effect you have on me, baby.”
“Maybe I don’t.”
“I’ve wanted you so much, I feel like this is a dream.” He groans, thrusting in rapid succession, striking that raw, sensitive spot inside me again and again.
I don’t last.
It’s impossible.
Groans and moans tear out of me, obscene sounds I can’t hold back, as pressure fills up my balls and I spill in long, hot spurts across his hand. The orgasm rips through me so hard, it feels endless, every wave stronger than the last.
As I collapse against it, Yulian snarls a string of curses as his release floods inside me.
It slips past my ass cheeks and drips onto the mattress, and I think I come a bit more at the sensation, my whole body shuddering in bliss as I sink my face into his neck, hugging him tight, digging my fingers deep.
I don’t think I’ll ever let him go. The thought spirals in my head.
I won’t let him go.
Not after tonight.
Yulian is fucked. He should’ve never pursued me. Now, he’s stuck with me, even if he changes his mind.
Our harsh breaths echo in the air, and the smell of him and sex fills my nostrils.