Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
I wasn’t with a man, but my bikini leaves nothing to the imagination. To a man as dominant and possessive as Andrik, that’s practically the same thing.
That doesn’t mean I’ll let him boss me around, though.
“Let me go. You’re hurting me,” I lie.
His firm grip on my arm isn’t painful. It incites lust so potent that I get drunk off it, and it seems I am not the only one noticing this.
Andrik’s nostrils flare as his pace increases.
“I swear to God, Andrik, if you don’t let me go this instant, the first place I’ll visit when I return to Myasnikov is your overcompensating country estate.”
One second I’m being pulled into a poolside cabana.
The next I’m being bent over a double sun lounger and spanked.
“I swear to fucking God, Лисичка,” Andrik parrots, mimicking my threat, “I don’t care if I have an entire kingdom coming after me—if you ever walk around how you are now, I will kill every man stupid enough to look.”
The thinness of my bikini does little to cool the fiery burn that spreads across my left butt cheek when he spanks me another three times.
“If you don’t believe me, ask the dancers at Le Rogue why their tips were sliced in half last night.”
“If?” I mock, too stubborn for my own good. “What happened to… there are no ifs?”
Despite my best efforts, my last four words come out as moans. They can’t be helped. He doesn’t just spank my ass when I get sassy. He also spanks my pussy.
Heat hums through my veins when his fingertips hover over the opening of my vagina after its fifth spank. I’m wet and my clit is throbbing so unashamedly there’s no way Andrik can mistake how horny his punishment has made me.
I rise, attempting to free myself from the madness.
My inability to follow orders unleashes a beast. Andrik rakes his fingers up my nape and through my hair before he makes a fist.
One tug on my glossy locks steals my smarts in half a heartbeat, so I won’t mention how clouded my head becomes when he does another dozen while grinding his thick cock against my ass.
He’s hard as a steel rod. I don’t get to relish it. As quickly as he pressed against me, he inches back to marvel at the mess he made.
I’m drenched enough to shadow my bikini bottoms, and Andrik doubles their clinginess by spinning me around, spreading my thighs wide, and then dragging his nose down the thin strip outlining the lines of my pussy.
A moan vibrates my lips when he huskily says, “I’ve missed that smell.” He hooks his finger under the edge of my bikini before carefully peeling it back. “But not as much as I’ve missed your taste.”
“Andrik…” I sound desperate. Rightfully so. I am.
I want him to touch me. Everywhere.
And he picks the perfect place to start.
He drags his tongue up the seam of my pussy, his pace leisurely.
Ohh…
I vocalize my moan when his tongue rolls over my clit, doubling the shake of my thighs. He sucks the nervy bud into his mouth before flicking it over and over again.
And I love it.
Lick after lick, thrust after thrust, he throws my body into chaos until the pounding of my blood through my veins overtakes the moans ripping from my mouth.
He fucks me with his mouth until I come undone.
As I arch my back, embracing the orgasm scorching through me, Andrik continues to tongue my clit. He doesn’t care that there are hundreds of people mere feet from us or that we could be busted at any moment. He consumes me as if my pleasure is the only thing on his agenda today, sparking a guarantee of back-to-back orgasms.
Pleasure ripples through me as I rake my fingers through his hair to hold his mouth hostage to my pussy. My cruel tugs quicken his pace. He licks me faster before lowering a hand between my legs so he can give my pussy something to milk while my body ripples through an intense climax.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me while he stimulates my clit with his tongue, his teeth, and the tip of his nose. I try to choke back the moans rumbling up my throat, but his talents are too wondrous to ignore.
I moan his name with no care of who may hear it, and it drives Andrik wild.
As he stuffs his fingers in and out of me, he slides his eyes up to my face. I shudder under the intensity of his watch. The anger blistering from his narrowed gaze earlier is nowhere to be seen. There’s nothing but lust and admiration. And perhaps love.
My breath catches before my body goes lax. With bucking hips and the cry of a warrior, I orgasm again. It is long and tiring but mindboggling good.