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)
Hands down, the best sex I’ve ever had. I’m both disappointed and terrified.
Disappointed I didn’t experience this before.
Terrified I’ll never be satisfied with anything else. What will I do then—
“Fuck, I’m so screwed,” Yulian whispers, his husky words echoing in the silence.
Before I can ask, he lifts me up with both hands on my waist and I moan as he groans because his cock slips out and so does the cum—down the crack of my ass, onto the backs of my thighs and him.
Yulian pushes me and I try to hold on to him, pathetically, might I add. I think I love hugging him a bit too much after sex.
That’s so clingy.
I’m not clingy. Never have been and never will be.
So I release him, letting my back fall to the mattress. I expect him to let go of the rest of me, but Yulian grabs my thighs, yanking them open as he dives between my legs.
At first, I frown, not sure what the hell he’s doing. Is he going to give me a blowjob—
Before I can get excited at the idea, his tongue swipes the cum that’s dripping down my thigh, and he licks his way down to my hole.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathe out, my head rolling back. “What the fuck are you doing, Yulian?”
“Eating my ass.” He grins between my legs, a glint shining deep in his eyes. “Need to fuck my cum inside you.”
And that’s what he does as he sucks on the cum, then thrusts his tongue inside my ass.
I should be horrified, mortified, but the feel of his tongue leaves me delirious.
“Fuuuck… Yuli…”
An animalistic sound tears out of me, one I barely recognize, as his tongue plunges in and out, then seals over my entrance to suck before thrusting again, licking me open.
I’m becoming so hard so fast, it’s terrifying.
“Mmm. You love having your ass eaten, baby?” he speaks in low growls against my sensitive skin. “That’s it, ride my face.”
I realize that’s exactly what I’m doing, shoving myself into his mouth, chasing a high I can’t resist.
“Your tongue feels so fucking good,” I groan when he moves it side to side inside me. “Oh shit… I’m gonna come again… Oh, God… fuck!”
If I thought I was spent, my cock obviously has other ideas, because I’m spurting all over the place, and even though there isn’t much cum, his wild hair drips with my mark.
“Sorry,” I whisper, feeling slightly pathetic, because how the fuck can I come three damn times in a row? I don’t do that. Once is usually all I can do.
Yulian drags his tongue out of me, licking his lips and the cum smeared there. “Don’t be. You look and sound hot as fuck when you come.”
My lips part because… shit. I think my heart skipped a beat or something equally ridiculous at his words.
He lets my legs fall to the mattress, and my ass clenches for some reason, feeling disappointed with the void.
I reach out a hand, touching his face, loving my mark all over him. I gather the cum and thrust it in his mouth. “Swallow it all.”
“Mmm,” he hums, licking the cum off my fingers, kissing them while looking at me with half-closed lids.
I could watch his gorgeous face all day, bonus points if he’s watching me like this.
Like I’m the only person in the world right now.
“I’m fucking you again,” he announces against my fingers. “You can fuck me, too. Whichever it is, I need to keep touching you. I can’t get enough.”
I chuckle, the sound tired. “We’re young, but even we need time to recover, Yulian.”
“Nah, I’ll be hard soon.” His cock nudges against my ass.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Told you, can’t get enough.”
“So greedy.”
He grins, pointing a finger at himself. “Greedy motherfucker. Yup, that’s me.”
I shake my head, sighing. “I’m a bit sore. Aren’t you?”
“A little, yeah. But it doesn’t matter. I’d rather fuck you again.”
“That unsatiable?”
“Yeah. Can’t get enough of you.”
My heart does that stupid skipping thing again and I swallow. “Fine. Let’s clean up first.”
“Copy that!” Yulian jumps up and I hate the feeling of emptiness that lodges itself beneath my bones when my hand falls from his face, and he’s no longer touching me.
“Will go run the water for a bath.”
“I’ll change the sheets.”
“They’ll be dry by the time we’re done.”
“That’s so unhygienic. Don’t be disgusting.”
He rolls his eyes but says nothing as he stops at the foot of the bed, then taps my inner thigh where the tattooed series of numbers is. “What does that mean?”
I have to stop myself from eyeing his half-erect cock standing at attention between his legs.
“Mishka?” He waves his hand in front of my face.
“It’s nothing,” I say quietly.
“No way in hell would you have a tattoo that means nothing.”
I shrug but don’t elaborate.
He narrows his eyes, obviously wanting to push, but he must think better of it, because he sighs. “Clean sheets are in the closet. I think.”