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)
It rolls through my body like liquid ecstasy, weighing down my limbs as well as his following sentence does. “Their lies couldn’t stop me from wanting you back then, so they don’t stand a chance now either.”
My back arches and my head thrusts back when he sucks my panty-covered clit into his mouth. I shudder through the intensity of his suck as he twirls his tongue around the hardened bud. He toys with my clit until my panties dampen enough to outline every detail of my pussy, and I crumble under the awe of his skills.
Then he does it again—minus interfering panties this time.
“Oh, my sweet милая. Wickedly sexy but with the cunt of a saint. I could eat you for days and it’ll never be enough.”
Andrik places his mouth back on my pussy, and I ride the storm it causes for all it’s worth. As his fingers thrust in and out of me, milking my G-spot, he tongues my clit and swipes at it with his thumb.
Pleasure charges through me as I rest my back on the mirror, needing its coolness to calm the fire raging low in my stomach. I’m burning up everywhere, seconds from a third torrent of ecstasy washing over me.
As he plays at the wetness slicking from my pussy to my ass, Andrik locks his eyes with mine. “Do you have any idea how many times I imagined doing precisely this over the past month?” He rolls my clit with his thumb, stealing any chance of a reply. “I imagined it every day, multiple times a day.” He presses down hard on my clit, magnetizing my thoughts so well that I don’t give his next sentence any real thought. “They convinced me you were my blood, yet I still masturbated about how good you taste every single day.”
I shift my hips upward, mashing my pussy with his face as waves of pleasure cascade around me. I’m mindless with need, spiraling and spasming through the jolts rocketing across my core.
I come again and again until a handful of the tremors shifts to twinges of worry.
Andrik is looming over me, wide-eyed and sweaty. I don’t know where his trousers went. He lost them somewhere between driving me to the brink of climax over and over again to guiding the head of his fat cock between the folds of my pussy.
As he searches my face for any signs of discomfort, he slowly notches inside me.
“Christ.” His cock flexes, and I almost come again. “How did I ever get so lucky? My cock is being gripped by the tightest and tastiest cunt I’ve ever had the pleasure to know.”
He sinks in until the wetness coating his chin slicks the hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. Then, like a light bulb switching on, a desire to claim me as I’ve never been claimed crosses his face.
After freeing his cock from his strangling grip, he thrusts fully inside me with one ardent pump. Tingles spasm low in my womb when the head of his girthy cock rams into my uterus. It is painful, as anticipated, but also euphoric. I’ve never been taken so deeply or roughly.
When I moan through the sensation of being so full, Andrik drags his cock out to the tip before he rams back in.
I grunt, loving how unhinged he is. I feel dirty and wicked, but isn’t that how sex is meant to make you feel? It isn’t purely for conception. Pleasure is very much a part of it.
As is the sensation of being craved.
With every rock of Andrik’s hips, he bottoms out against my uterus and produces frantic grunts from my lips. I love how hard he is taking me, how deep, though not as much as what he says while driving me to the brink.
“He made out your condition was worse than it was. That there was no possibility of you conceiving naturally so you’d never be placed on their list.” His hooded watch is a mix between jealous and relieved. It announces who he is speaking about without his name needing to leave his lips. “Then he removed your donation from the database and had them stored in case you ever wanted to use them in the future.” He fucks me harder. Faster. He reminds me who owns every tremor wracking through my body by commanding every inch of it. “And I almost killed him for it.”
His laugh belongs to a madman, and I can’t get enough of it.
He said “almost.”
That means Dr. Hemway is still alive.
The amount of constraint that would have taken a man as possessive as him is mesmerizing. It doubles the size of the goose bumps breaking across my skin and augments the wave low in my stomach.
“Fuck, Andrik,” I moan as arousal ripples through me.
Tears spring into my eyes, and not because of how deep he takes me. It is the sentiment in the air and how he peers down at me as I come undone in his arms.