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)
My lips raise against the rim of my coffee cup when a grumbly, “Good morning,” rumbles out of my husband’s mouth.
Matvei sounds pissed, and I’m skeptical it has anything to do with his housekeeper starting the vacuum before seven. I’ve awoken in his arms every morning for the past week, and we usually fool around before he showers me, chooses my outfit for the day, and dresses me.
A massive order being shipped out today is why I’ve changed things up. Crawling out of bed this morning hurt me as much as it did him. My libido is a demanding little wench, and we won’t mention the hormones tiptoeing me toward hornyville.
I’ve heard you’re more sexually charged during red week. I didn’t believe it until I noticed how sensitive my body is to Matvei’s touch the closer I get to that time of the month.
My breath catches at the sight of the beautifully perfect specimen I married entering the kitchen. He’s wearing sleeping pants he must have slipped on in a hurry. The waistband is tucked in on itself, and the creases the dry cleaner left are still prominent.
“The pot just went on,” I announce while nursing a freshly brewed mug, hopeful its enticing milky scent will force me to keep my hands to myself. With us living out of town, my commute to work is longer. I have to leave fifteen minutes earlier now. “It’s a great pick-me-up.”
My thighs clench in response to the roughness of Matvei’s voice. “It isn’t the pick-me-up I want.”
I moan into my mug when he pulls my hair to the side to kiss my neck. For anyone else, the simplicity of his embrace wouldn’t spark a single match. But since every one of our exchanges causes a catalyst of emotions to hit me at once, I’m burning up in an instant and desperate for more.
After Matvei has my head in a tizzy, he murmurs into my ear. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You look peaceful when you sleep.”
My heart beats faster when he replies, “That’s what happens when you have everything you’ve ever wanted.” He spins the breakfast stool, plucks me from it, then lifts me to sit on the counter. “There’s just one thing I was denied this morning.” He unknots the cord of my satin robe before fanning it open, his movements soft but hurried. “Breakfast.”
I’ve never classed myself as an ugly duckling or had any major hang-ups about my appearance, but I’ll face a heap of self-doubt if I ever lose Matvei’s watch. The way he looks at me makes me feel beautiful, and it would hurt not to be looked at like that again.
The odds are against us, especially with how much I crave his attention, but I refuse to go down not swinging. I will fight for us because if I don’t, who will?
“You need to be quick.” I thrust out my chest, hurrying him along. “I need to leave for work in forty minutes.”
“Quick?” He looks horrified at the thought, and it makes me smile. “No fucking chance.”
“Matvei—”
He shuts me up by bobbing his head and sucking my nipple into his mouth. “My wife deserves to be lavished.”
One word, and I am putty in his hands.
Wife.
“Cherished.” He grazes my nipple with his teeth before swiveling his tongue around the tweaked peak. “Consumed.”
“She also needs to contribute, so shut the fuck up and eat my pussy like the good boy you are.”
He’s not amused, but try as I may, I can’t hold back the giggles bubbling in my chest. That isn’t quite the line I look for while reading romance books, but it was pretty damn close.
“Your mouth is filthy.”
“Yet you still married me even being well aware of that fact.”
When his lips curve in amusement more than anger, I coax him toward my aching clit by gently lifting my backside from the kitchen counter.
I gasp in delight when his mouth crushes onto my pussy with a growl before he brings me to ecstasy over and over again while demanding he receive reciprocation during what I’m confident will be a rushed drive to town.
“God,” Matvei breathes out slowly when I sink my lips down his twitching shaft as far as they can go.
The crotch of his pants is looser than the one I measured to leave him no room for growth, but the angle is off to showcase his cock in its full glory. I was so impatient to taste him, I circled my lips around his cock before we’d even left the driveway of our home.
“I never thought it could feel this good.” His fingers are in my hair, making a mess. “I didn’t think anyone could make me feel this good.”
He groans when I run my tongue along the vein feeding his magnificent cock. “Don’t stop.” He widens his thighs, then tugs at his pants, freeing himself more. “Suck me dry. Make me come in that filthy little mouth of yours. I want you to remember how greedily you sucked me down every time you swallow today, and then you might be ready for what I have installed for you next week.”