Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
The painful sound she’d given him last night would stay with him forever. This wasn’t going to happen today.
He held himself hard and deep, looking at her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he waited for her to be ready. He felt the twinges of her pussy as if she already wanted to milk him dry of his cum. He pulled out of her slowly, inch by inch, until only the tip of his dick remained, and then he thrust hard and deep within her cunt. She let out a tiny scream.
Mikhail slowed down his thrusts, and then he felt Galina moving her pelvis, working onto his cock, wanting him to take her. He fucking loved it, loved the feel of her working her pussy on his cock.
All his life, he’d dreamed of this moment, and he’d never told a living soul. Having Galina as his wife was a dream come true and one he didn’t want to stop having.
She was his perfect woman.
The one he wanted.
The woman he’d fucking fought for.
Never had he fought against his father, until he’d been about to allow her to marry Vik. He couldn’t have that. He would do anything for his father, but he wouldn’t allow his woman to marry anyone else.
“Mikhail!”
His name came out on a pleasured sigh. Galina was aroused by him, she was working that pretty cunt up to him, and he couldn’t get enough. His thrust increased, speeding up, as he drove harder and deeper, taking her higher and higher, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He tried to stop himself from reaching orgasm, but there was no stopping. Slamming to the hilt, he came hard, pulsing his cum deep into her cunt, flooding her pussy.
He closed his eyes, grit his teeth, and then collapsed over her, wrapping his arms around her, and taking possession of her lips as the final pulses of his release ebbed away.
She ran her hands over his back and her touch set him on fire.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.
“No.”
He lifted and stared into her eyes to make sure he’d not hurt her. There was no moisture, no … nothing.
She was smiling up at him. “It didn’t hurt.”
“Did you expect it to hurt?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I didn’t want it to hurt.” She frowned. “Isn’t it strange that it hurts for a first time for a woman, but not the second?”
“It might for some women.” He’d been careful with her. Their first time together, he had made sure she was soaking wet, dripping, making her first time as comfortable as possible.
Galina’s hands moved to his arms then up to around his neck, and back down again.
“What is going on in that wicked mind of yours?”
She laughed. “Wicked? I do not have a wicked mind at all, thank you very much.”
Did she have any idea how enthralling she looked?
“I think you could pull off wicked.”
She rolled her eyes. “The only person who’s wicked here is you.” She pursed her lips and looked so incredibly cute as she did so. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was just so perfect.
He would do anything for this woman. Did she even realize how much he’d done already? He stroked her cheek.
The truth would be revealed in good time.
Chapter Eight
Galina had every intention of keeping Mikhail at arm’s length. They had sex on their wedding night, and she could have waited to see if that had made her pregnant. But, he’d touched her, and any chance of telling him no had gone right out the window. She couldn’t bring herself to push him away because she had wanted him as well.
Then, last night they had sex, and it had been magical. There hadn’t been a single ounce of pain. She loved every second of him inside her.
After their first time, they’d showered to get rid of the day’s travels. They ate something, took a stroll down the beach, and ended up back in bed and having sex again. This time, Mikhail had insisted she be on top. She hadn’t refused, and had straddled him. He’d told her what to do, and she’d brought him to orgasm.
Galina did have every intention of climbing off him and going to sleep, but Mikhail had a different agenda. He’d taken her to the bed, worked his fingers between her thighs, and brought her to another orgasm. Only when she came, screaming his name, did he allow them both to have sleep.
That morning, she had woken up to him kissing down her body, and they ended up having sex again. This time, he’d placed her on her knees, and he’d shown her a completely new way to fuck, and now she didn’t know which she preferred.
She loved feeling Mikhail between her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he drove inside her. She also relished being on top, being the one in control. Then, for him to take her from behind—that had its own kind of magic as well, and she hadn’t been able to stop the pleasure from mounting. He got deeper and seemed to be a lot harder. She loved it and hadn’t wanted to stop.