Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I take a deep breath, shaking my head. “Just go,” I say, more forcefully this time, but it’s more for my own sake than hers. I’m trying to push her away, trying to stop her from seeing more than what I want her to.
But she shakes her head and stands her ground. She comes closer, eyes defiant. “No, I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.”
I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair, the tension in my shoulders knotting tighter. Before I can say anything else, she snatches my hand and starts running towards the house. I could have tugged once, and she would have come to a sudden stop, even slammed into me, but no, I run with her. In the cool night air, we run like two lovers towards the summerhouse by the lake. Out of breath, she opens the door and pulls me in. Then she shuts the door. The soft click of the latch feels final, sealing us in together, along with everything unsaid between us. She leans against it and in the dim light from the lamp outside stares at me.
“This fuck is already paid for. Why not get your money’s worth?” she says softly.
What irony. I paid for the houses, the yacht, and the cars too, but instead, I’m getting fucked by Western governments. But she is right. This fuck is paid for. I close the distance between us, my hands finding her waist and pulling her to me in one swift motion. She gasps, her body stiffening with the savagery of the movement, but she quickly melts into me. Her lips part as I swoop down on her mouth hungrily.
Her hands slide up my back as she kisses me back urgently. It’s as if she’s trying to pour whatever little care she may feel for me into the kiss, hoping it will reach the parts of me that are too locked away to let her in. I can feel it, but I can’t acknowledge it, not now.
My hands make quick work of the long zip on the back of her dress. One tug and the silky thing falls away to the floor. Underneath she is exactly how I want her: beautifully naked. Her chest heaves as she looks at me, waiting, wanting, knowing exactly where she’s headed.
There is a table pushed up against a wall and I swipe my hand over the odds and ends on it and let it all crash to the floor. She gasps, the wood creaking, as I lay her on her back on it. I part her legs roughly and my mouth is instantly on her. Her fingers tangle desperately in my hair. I eat her wet pussy until she comes, gushing her juices into my mouth, her open mouth screaming silently.
I straighten and look down at her. Pale, naked, her legs wide open on a wooden table in my mother’s summerhouse. I’m losing everything but I still own her. They can take everything else away, but not her. Bending my head, I take one of her delectable pink nipples into my mouth and suck hard. The little kitten sound that escapes her lips is everything I need. It fuels the fire raging inside me, driving me faster, harder.
I work my belt and I free myself. My cock is hard and throbbing with the need for her. Her eyes flick down, taking in the sight of me, and she bites her lip, her body rising slightly, eager, ready. There’s no time for teasing. No time for slow. Grabbing her ankles, I lift her hips right off the table. I position myself at her entrance, and with one ruthless thrust, I’m inside her.
Her body arches as I start to pump, hard and fast. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room—rough, raw, animalistic. I bury myself in her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me, and I can feel her responding to every movement, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her grip tightening as she pulls me closer, her body meeting mine with every thrust.
“Ivan…” she breathes, her voice trembling with intensity.
I lean down, kissing her again, but this time it’s different. This time, her lips are slower, deeper, pulling me in with a tenderness that doesn’t match the raw intensity of what we’re doing. It’s as if she’s trying to tell me something, trying to reach the part of me that I’ve been keeping locked away.
I drive into her harder, faster, my hands gripping her hips as I lose myself in the heat of her body. Her moans grow louder, her body trembling beneath mine. I push deeper, my release building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me. And then, with one final, shuddering gasp, I explode deep inside her. For a brief few seconds, everything else disappears. There’s only this, only her and me.