Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Morning,” Viktor grumbles into my hair.
“Morning.” I turn around to face him, giving him a sleepy grin.
“No nightmares for the third night in a row,” he mumbles, half asleep.
“Another win.” Lifting my left hand, I brush my fingers through his messy hair. “It’s unfair that you look hot first thing in the morning.”
“Says the sleeping beauty in my arms.” He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my mouth, then complains, “I don’t want to get up. Call Luca and tell him you’re holding me captive, and you plan on having your wicked way with me all day long.”
“Like he’d believe me,” I chuckle.
Viktor gives me a pleading expression. “Please.”
Shaking my head, I indulge him for the fun of it. “Okay. Give me your phone.”
He hands it over with a mischievous grin on his face. I press dial and wait for it to ring as Viktor presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“You better be on your way,” Luca answers with a threatening tone.
Viktor yanks the covers from my body and pulls my shorts down.
“Ah… it’s Rosalie.” I frown at Viktor, shaking my head. “I’m holding Viktor captive for today.”
The man plants his face between my thighs and starts to suck me so hard, I almost squeak.
Oh, Jesus.
Luca lets out an amused chuckle, and his tone is much gentler when he says, “Tell him, nice try, but hell no. I’ll come drag his ass out of that house.”
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, my body quickly going up in flames as Viktor’s tongue works magic on my clit.
Oh, God.
“Bye.” I almost moan the damn word, then struggle to end the call, dropping the phone on the bed and grabbing hold of Viktor’s messy hair. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Viktor,” I gasp and moan, my hips bucking wildly to rub myself against his scrapping teeth and velvety tongue.
I pinch my eyes shut, and my toes start to curl, and when my body tenses, desperate for release, Viktor pushes two fingers inside me and thrusts hard and fast. My back arches, every muscle in my body straining, then the orgasm hits freaking hard, ripping cries of ecstasy from me.
My hips start bucking again as I ride out my pleasure on Viktor’s tongue until I slump down, gasping for air.
As the pleasure fades and I relax into the mattress, Viktor crawls up my body, grinning from ear to ear. “Thanks for breakfast, moya Malen'kaya Roza.”
“Uh…” I let out a burst of laughter. “I’m pretty sure I should be thanking you.”
“Oh, you will,” his voice rumbles as he straddles my chest. He braces his hand against the wall at the head of the bed while shoving his sweatpants down to free his hard cock. “Open for me.”
My lips part, and as he pushes into my mouth, the salty taste of his precum hits my tongue. I suck him so hard, my cheeks hollow out.
Viktor drops his head back, letting out a groan, then he starts to thrust deeper. “Jesus. That’s right, moya Malen'kaya Roza. Relax your throat and breathe through your nose.”
I do as he says, and as his large length forces its way down my throat, I gag but manage to take him. His eyes burn on my face with such passion, it makes me feel like I’m the one holding all the power.
“Blyadʹ,” he grumbles. “Don’t suppress the gag. It feels fucking amazing when your throat tries to force me out.”
Viktor picks up his pace, and the gagging has tears trickling from my eyes. I blink fast so my sight won’t blur because I don’t want to miss a second of his face caught in pure ecstasy.
I push my left hand up, and my palm soaks in the feel of his abs contracting with every thrust.
“Fuck, Rosalie,” he groans. “Keep taking me, baby. Fuck.” He buries himself as deep as my throat can take him, then comes hard.
I try to focus on breathing through my nose while swallowing, but when I start to struggle, Viktor quickly pulls out and fists his cock, his release shooting over my chin and neck.
“Blyadʹ,” he hisses, the ecstasy on his face making him look brutally attractive. His eyes lock on my chin, then a slow grin curves his mouth. “You look so fucking hot with my cum on your face.”
To please him, I slowly swipe my finger over my chin and pop it into my mouth, sucking his release off it.
“Work can fucking wait,” he says, his voice low and deep, promising me a day of pleasure between the sheets.
Viktor only left after eleven, and with the feel of him still inside me, I walk to the fountain with Luna.
Throwing her ball toward the patio, I say, “Catch.”
She runs after the ball, and when she bites it, it squeaks. She quickly brings it back, dropping it in my hand and wagging her tail proudly.