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)
As she thrashes against the sheets, I keep the energy high by rubbing circles over her clit with my thumb. My fingers are calloused from years of hard work and gritty enough to stretch her orgasm from enjoyable to draining.
“Stop, Yev. Oh god, please stop.”
She pushes at my head as she thrusts her hips upward and back.
“Fuck no.” I drag her back down until her drenched pussy is an inch from my face. “We’re not even halfway done yet.” Her moan is barely audible when I blow a hot breath over her clenching slit. “I’m still fucking starved.” As I peer at her over the sweat-glistening mounds on her chest, a ghost-like grin tugs one side of my mouth higher. “You don’t want me to go hungry, do you, Polly?”
A reminder that the tension was just as bristling from her half of our duo shines bright when strands of her hair cling to her hued skin as she shakes her head.
“Then open up for me. Give me another helping.”
She does as asked but keeps one hand weaved through my hair to control my movements, leaving me no choice but to slip off the bed and yank my belt out of the ugly-ass trousers she forces me to wear.
Polina is obsessed with fashion. However, she didn’t dress up Barbie dolls when she was a kid. She had Ken under her thumb, so when I rocked up after a four-year absence that only included the occasional voicemail and text message, she took one look at my sweatpants and ordered me into the dressing room of her boutique.
She was meant to measure me for a new outfit.
I took the opportunity to show her I wasn’t the scrawny teen she remembered.
What? Measurements are always more accurate when you’re not wearing a snick of clothing.
That afternoon in the dressing room wasn’t the first time sparks flew between us, but it was the first time I truly believed I had a shot.
As I recall that day, I order, “Up.”
Anyone who hasn’t been bedded by me might believe I’m asking for her wrists.
I’m not.
After tethering her ankles together, I hook them around my head before scooting forward until the head of my cock rests at the entrance to her pussy. Now anytime she tries to get away from me, she will ram herself back onto my cock.
“Jesus… friggin’… ah,” she moans between thrashes when I slowly inch inside her.
Her sexy legs are flattened against my chest but almost minus a thigh gap, meaning she has no choice but to take every inch I’m offering. I don’t give her all of me to start with. From what I’m told, no girl likes their uterus jackhammered until it feels like it is going to drop out of their ass. I take it slow, giving her uterus time to move up and out of the way while also stopping any unwanted tears from occurring.
“So. Fucking. Tight.”
I flex my dick, loving that the walls of her pussy massage my shaft in return as her moans grip my sack. I love how differently she acts when being thoroughly fucked.
When she’s not being filled by a cock, she’s prim and proper, some may even say a little icy.
I don’t even feel a draft of her coolness when I’m balls deep inside her.
Polina keeps her exterior hard to ensure she doesn’t get hurt. She just struggles to maintain an impenetrable being when her every want is being answered.
“You like that, don’t you, baby girl? You love being filled by me.”
As Polina arches her back, her eyes rolling, I groan through the sensation that grips my sack from the husky deliverance of her reply. “Yes… god, yes.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Swallow my cock like you were born to do it. Take every inch I’m offering.” Her ankles drop to the middle of my back when I wedge my torso between her legs so we meet eye to eye. “Fuck me as I’ve dreamed about fucking you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” I drag my teeth over her fleshy bottom lip before releasing it with a pop. “In case you’re wondering, this is ten times hotter than any dream I’ve had.”
With a thrust of a woman with double my strength, she yanks my ass forward with her feet, forcing another two inches of my cock inside her.
“Yes, baby girl,” I hiss like a snake, loving that her need is so violent she smashes our groins together with no concern of injury.
As the need to fuck pummels into me, I catch Polina’s wrists with my hand, pin them above her head, then use my spare hand to adjust the tilt of her hips. My eyes never leave hers once, though. She wants to be dominated and fucked so hard she double-thinks her wish to flee every single time we hook up, but a lack of eye contact is a huge no from her. It is a hard limit, and I’d be a lying fuck if I said I don’t want to beat the shit out of the person responsible for her neurosis.