Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“I don’t know what I did right,” Colton growled in my ear, “to get to be with someone like you. You really are like a princess, so classy. And always in control, always looking perfect, with your fancy clothes and your double crosses and your sweet little lies. But I know what you really need.” His hips pumped at me slowly. “What you need is to not be in control. To have it all stripped away from you and feel absolutely. Fucking. Powerless.” He nudged my hair away from my ear and whispered. “Isn’t it?”
A flutter of nerves went through my chest. I thought of that need as a weakness. I did love being overpowered but I couldn’t admit it out loud.
He withdrew and then rooted himself inside me, grinding his hips so that I could feel him throbbing hotly at the very core of me. The intimacy of it burned away any attempt to lie to him.
I sealed my lips shut instead. But his fingers stroked faster and the heel of his hand ground more insistently at my clit, setting up a rhythmic wave that my hips couldn’t help but follow. And with every shift of my body, his buried cock caressed me. The hot, dense ball of energy at my core began to spin faster and faster until I couldn’t contain it. I couldn’t lie but I couldn’t stay silent, either...
“Dvah!” I hissed. “Dvah, dvah! Yes!”
I braced myself for the shame and the stab of fear that would come from admitting something that made me so vulnerable, especially to a man. But they didn’t arrive. Instead, I felt like something had been lifted from me. I felt…free.
Colton gave a low growl of approval and that made me feel even better. I felt his cock twitch and it seemed to swell inside me: he liked that I liked this. His hand on my pussy paused for just a second and he used his palm to press me tighter against him. He was proud of me, and proud that I trusted him, and I wasn’t ready for the rush of emotion that set off inside me.
And then he gave me my reward. He began to fuck me again with hard, deep strokes and I writhed and struggled in ecstasy. The water was still hammering down on my back and shoulders and I twisted in his grip like a mermaid captured by a sailor. Every thrust sent the climax spinning deliriously faster until my toes were playing piano scales on the wet tiles.
He pushed even closer in between my legs, pounding me, his hips slapping against my upraised ass. Chyort, he was a beast behind me, my body so small and soft and helpless against the press of his massive, muscled form. The fucking became rough, brutal, and I loved it. The pleasure spun faster and faster, until my walls went trembly around his pistoning cock and—
The climax ripped through me, taking hold of my body and making me writhe and shake. I cried out in Russian, my words echoing off the tiles as my pussy clenched and spasmed around him. He kept fucking me, helping me ride the orgasm on and on, and only then did he slow and stop. I wilted, weak-kneed and spacey.
He used his grip on my wrists to stop me falling, then gently drew himself from me and turned me to face him. Floaty and wrung-out, aching in a good way, I just about managed to lift my face to look at him. Then I felt his cock, still hard, pressing against my stomach. He hadn’t come yet. His grin said, I’m not done with you.
He shut off the shower, lifted me and carried me out of the tub. I panicked for a second: he’d been through a lot in the last twenty-four hours and really shouldn’t be picking anyone up. But I wasn’t capable of speech yet and, besides, the look in his eyes said that he was damn well going to carry me and I better not argue, so I let myself be carried.
He brought me into the bedroom and dropped me naked on my back on the bed, sending up a shower of glittering water droplets. He climbed onto the bed and hunkered down atop me, grabbing my forearms with his hands and using his legs to pin my ankles. “I want both hands free,” he muttered to himself, and the way his eyes dipped to my breasts sent a throb of heat through me. “So let’s do this differently, this time.”
He lunged forward and grabbed something from the floor behind my head. Then he grabbed my right wrist and I felt something cool and flat loop around it and pull tight. And then my left wrist got the same treatment and my arms were pulled out wide, making me into a Y. I craned my head back to see. How did he…?