Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Matvei speaks between labored breaths. “Take your panties off. I don’t want anything in my way when I make you come all over my hand.”
Turned on beyond belief, I hook my thumbs into my G-string, drag the clingy material to my calves, then spread my knees as wide as possible.
“Fuck.” I rock against his hand when his murmured cuss exposes he’s as turned on as me. His cock is jutting out from the crotch of his pants, intimidatingly big.
Again, he proves he can read minds. “Don’t worry. I’ll ensure you are well prepared before forcing that monster into you.”
My pussy convulses around his finger when he pushes it inside me. I’m not fully wet, and the intrusion makes me gasp.
I realize Matvei anticipated some resistance when he says, “I will have you wet enough when I claim you that only the faintest screams will rip from your throat.”
My hands beg to fist something when he pumps his finger in and out of me, but there is nothing to grasp, not even my sanity.
“Please,” I beg when our odd angle only allows the edge of his palm to grind against my throbbing clit. “I need more. Please.”
I can barely hear him over the thudding pulse in my ears, but I pick up the vital part of his question. “What do you need?”
“You!” I answer without pause for thought. “I need you.”
With no concern for the pricy paintwork of his “borrowed” ride, or the risk our location places on our lives, he yanks on the steering wheel before slamming his foot on the brake.
The sparks coming off the metal bodywork of the sports car as it scrapes the concrete barrier responsible for keeping vehicles in the correct lane are as igniting as the lust barreling into me. Matvei tosses off his belt and adjusts the tilt of his body so I’m stimulated by both his palm and his fingers before we come to a stop.
When his thumb strokes my clit, I’m torn between rolling my eyes to the back of my head or slamming them shut.
Matvei has other ideas. “Look at me. I’ve got everything you need right here.”
As his lusty eyes burn into mine, his fingers lunge in and out of me on repeat. His speed is rushed and impatient, but with the finesse of a man who won’t stop until his lover's every whim is answered.
He’ll hold off traffic all night if that’s how long it will take for me to come.
Every grind is a combination of rough and delicate. A perfect speed that has my climax surfacing faster than I can comprehend how unhinged our exchange is.
We’re parked in the middle of a four-lane freeway, panting and clawing at each other, yet I’d rather give up my sanity than a single second of our night.
“Eyes, Natalya.”
With his spare hand, he knots my hair at the base of my neck and forces my eyes to him. He watches me until the shakes become unbearable and the urge to close my eyes overwhelms me. Then he lets me go.
“Come on. Give it to me,” he murmurs. “Now, Natalya. Make such a fucking mess of my mother’s leather seats that she won’t notice the massive scrape down one side of her beloved car.”
When my eyes shoot to him, his smirk is my undoing. He’s no longer pissed that I hinted his mother is sexually active. Nothing but forcing me to unravel is on his mind.
Who am I to disappoint?
With a long, unladylike moan, I climax. Tremors rack through me hard and fast before they become so violent I freeze while calling out Matvei’s name in a guttural groan.
The low, animalistic growls emitting from Matvei’s lips as he guides me through the hysteria attempting to swallow me whole makes my orgasm the most blinding it’s ever been. I shake and writhe while gasping for air. I am barely coherent.
It takes several long seconds for me to realize not all the tingles clustering lower in my stomach are the aftershocks of my orgasm. Some are the faint purrs of the high horsepower engine Matvei is pushing to its limits as he once again races us through the packed streets of Kronstadt.
13
NATALYA
“Don’t fucking move.” Matvei wrings the steering wheel as his eyes sling from the road to me. I can tell it’s taking everything in his power not to touch me. “If you so much as cover an inch of your body from my eyes, I will tan your ass the second it leaves your seat.”
As I free my underwear from my grasp, he signals to exit the freeway. The lights highlighting the exit ramp flicker over the wetness coating my thighs as he takes it at the speed of light. When he downshifts the gears to take the tight corner at a safe speed, his hand looks desperate to return to between my legs, but something stops him.