Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Feodor is my brother. We have different fathers, but you wouldn’t know that by looking at us. Our mother had a type—high cheekbones, solid jawlines, thick dark locks, and a shady reputation.
I got the quartet from my father, but Feodor only borrowed his father’s looks. His personality is our mother’s to a T. He’s more subdued than me but a woman-killer in his own way. He merely smiles, and women stroke the stupid fucking tuft of hair his cowlick forever kicks up like their tits are about to nurse him to sleep.
He gets the nurturers.
I get the screamers.
It works for us, though I’d love a chance to prove to Polina that I can tick off all her requirements. She’s already a screamer—I’ve verified that more than once in the past few weeks—but I reckon she’d happily rake her fingernails over my scalp until I fell asleep, if she’d quit fucking running.
It doesn’t matter where we hook up, she’s gone, vanished, and nowhere to be found in the morning.
I’d be pissed if the game of chase wasn’t so goddamn enticing.
It is as enthralling as the euphoria that pumps through me when I fist Polina’s long glossy tresses and tug her head back. She’s tall for a woman, but I still swamp her, meaning she needs to tilt her head back so I can feed my cock to the very back of her throat.
“Open up, baby girl. I’ve got something you need.”
Baby girl is also on her list of ick nicknames. It isn’t that she loathes terms of endearment. It’s the fact she is six years older than me that has her cringing.
Our age gap was the biggest hurdle I had to drag her over. She’d always seen me as the grubby-faced kid she met when she rocked up to her brother’s new crib with a ton of greasy takeout bags and a promise to return the following week with more.
She had only just moved back to Kronstadt after getting lucky with her second foster care placement and living the high life for the remainder of her youth. I was fifteen, starving, and hating on everyone, except the blonde-haired beauty who put me on my ass with only a fleeting grin.
I was fucking obsessed.
Still am.
And now she’s on her knees about to devour my cock.
I am a lucky, lucky man.
After tightening my grip on her hair, I pull her head down on my rock-hard dick that’s glistening with wetness. “Swallow me down, baby girl. Suck the cum from my cock with those lips I stroked to for years on end.” When she accepts me in deep, her gag vibrating on the crown of my dick, I flex my hips and groan. “Ah, fuck yes. Just like that.” I push her head forward, forcing her to take another inch. “That. Fucking. Mouth.”
Jesus.
I could blow my load right now.
Her eyes are watering, the scent of her wet cunt is filtering into my nostrils, and she has me at the very back of her throat.
This is pure fucking heaven.
As she tests her gag reflex, I try to get better control of the jerks of my hips. My instinct is to ram and thrust in so deep and hard her throat won’t stop aching for a week, but I also want to relish the feeling of her lips around my shaft and the warm, inviting temperature of her mouth.
“Fuck. There. Do that,” I demand through grunts when she swivels her tongue around the tip of my cock, mining more pre-cum from my balls. “Such a dirty little whore sucking me off like you’ve never been fed.”
Polina likes giving head.
I fucking love it.
I’m sure she’ll reach the same conclusion when I return the favor.
I am not a selfish lover. Reciprocation is very much a part of who I am. Does that mean I’d get down on my hands and knees and crawl to Polina if she demanded it?
Fuck yes, I would.
Hasn’t happened yet, though.
Doubt it will.
In the bedroom, Polina wants to let go of the control her life is governed by, and I’m more than happy to make sure her every fantasy is answered. The knowledge has me doubling the rock of my hips. I pump my cock in and out of her mouth fast enough for her moans to be interrupted by gags, but nowhere near brutal enough to lessen the lust burning through the air.
I fuck her mouth like a man possessed until cum crests at the base of my cock. Then I pull her off, toss her on the bed, curl her thighs over my shoulders, and bury my head between her legs.
Sweet.
Fucking.
Christ.
She tastes so damn good, and her clit is so sensitive. With only a handful of flicks, she adds to the ardent flavor making my cock bend the springs in my mattress. She comes with a hoarse cry, her body shuddering as her thighs clamp around my head.