Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
She listened to me so easily, and I felt my cock thickening. I slid the food into her mouth and watched her chew slowly, lips brushing my fingers. She licked the juice off my thumb when I pulled back. Fuck. That little move went straight to my cock.
I fed her another piece, then another. Her eyes never left mine, and by the time the plate was empty, her cheeks were flushed and my cock was hard as steel. I lifted her off the counter and carried her upstairs to the bathroom. There was a primal, possessive part of me that demanded I care for and tend to her.
I ran a bath, stripped her bare slowly, then shed mine until we were both bare and I could pull her into my chest and feel her soft, warm skin against my scarred, tattooed body. Got in behind her and pulled her back against my chest. Water lapped around us as something feral in me demanded I wash her hair and body until she melted into me.
My hands slid down her body, over her breasts, between her thighs, and teased her there in a languid, almost lazy circle along her clit and pussy opening. She rocked against my palm, soft whimpers filling the room as she gave herself up to me.
When the water cooled, I lifted Zoya out and dried her gently with a towel before carrying her to the bedroom.
“I need you,” she whispered against the base of my neck, and my cock jerked violently.
She looked like sin in my arms, and I pulled the towel away, watching a bead of water trail along her nipple. I angled her and leaned down, dragging my tongue over it until she shivered for me.
I didn’t even make it to the bed. I pressed her against the wall outside the bathroom door, the cool surface making her gasp. I put her on her feet and pinned her wrists above her head with one grip that was firm and unyielding, but not bruising. I used my other hand to slide down her wet body, cupping her breasts, my thumb flicking the hard peak until she arched into me.
“I bet you’re dripping,” I growled against her ear, voice rough and low. “Not from the bath. From wanting my cock.”
She whimpered, hips rolling forward. I used my foot to make her legs spread even wider, and pressed my body flush against hers so she felt every hard inch of me. My dick throbbed between us, hard and leaking precum as I gripped the base and slid it against her slick folds without entering yet.
I kissed her hard, all teeth and tongue, claiming her mouth as if I owned it. Zoya moaned into me, tongue tangling with mine, nails digging into my shoulders when I released her wrists. My hand slid between her legs, two fingers pushing into her soaked pussy without warning. She was so tight, hot, and clenched around me instantly.
“Fuck, this little cunt is greedy,” I rasped, pumping slow but deep, curling my fingers to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “Already soaked and ready for me to ruin it.”
She cried out, head falling back against the wall. I added a third finger, stretching her wider, thumb grinding her clit in rough circles. I knew this was uncomfortable for her; my fingers thick and long and stretching her pussy only used by me.
I worked her fast now, relentlessly, and controlling every gasp and every shiver that coursed through her body.
“Come on my fingers first,” I ordered, voice dark and commanding. “Let me feel this pussy squeeze before I fuck it raw.”
She shattered for me… hard. Zoya’s pussy pulsed around my fingers, wetness flooding my hand, thighs shaking as she moaned my name. But I didn’t let up. I kept stroking her between the legs through her orgasm until she was whimpering, oversensitive, and pushing weakly at my chest.
I pulled my fingers out, brought them to her mouth and gruffly ordered, “Taste yourself.” She sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine, tongue swirling. Fuck. That sight snapped the last thread.
I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, my cock lining up with her pussy. The head of my cock nudged her entrance, and in one hard thrust, I buried myself balls-deep.
She gasped, nails raking down my back, the stretch making her eyes flutter and her jaw go slack. So fucking snug as her walls gripped me like a vise.
“Feel that?” I snarled against her throat, teeth scraping. “Every thick inch is stretching this pussy. You’re mine now.”
I fucked her against the wall hard, deep, and ruthlessly. Each thrust slammed her back, wet skin slapping, her moans echoing around the bedroom. I gripped her ass, spreading her wider, driving in deeper.
No mercy. Just raw possession.