Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
I startle when a rich, velvety voice says, “That will be a secondary entrance to our apartment.” With the agility a man his size shouldn’t have, Maksim sneaks up on me, pulls back the strands that fell from my bun, and then replaces their tickling presence on my neck with his lips. “Then I’ll have immediate access to you as often as my heart desires.”
“One hallway too much distance?” I ask, pretending I’m not loving his neediness.
“Yes.” He kisses my neck and breathes in my scent before he walks us to the door I was staring at when he interrupted my perusal of his space.
I gasp in an excited breath when he pushes open the door. It doesn’t just give him access to our apartment. It takes him directly to the primary suite.
“It feels naughty,” I murmur, smiling when I realize the desperation I showcased only seconds ago has nothing on Maksim’s level of need. His groping hands and wandering mouth expose that our time apart was as painful for him as it was for me. “I like it.”
“Good, because it is staying even if you didn’t.” Moving us closer to the bed, he confesses, “I had planned to take down the entire wall, but Zoya said it was a bad idea.” He unlatches his lips from my neck and then peers down at me. “For some strange reason, she seems to think you’re shy.”
“I am shy.”
He flattens his hand on my chest and pushes me onto the mattress before placing his knee between the large gap of my splayed thighs. “Still a shit liar, Doc.” He searches for the heat he knows my cheeks are about to get as he says, “I’m barely touching you, and I already know you’re ready for me.” He tilts in so close a fire burns through me. “I can smell how aroused you are.”
“What has that got to do with being shy?” I roll my shoulders back, thrusting my chest out before saying with a confidence I never thought I’d have, “I’m wet for you. That has nothing to do with anyone else.”
He lunges for me in an instant, groping, kissing, and stroking his length against the damp patch in the crotch of my scrubs.
Our speed is reckless, our needs too great to ignore.
In under a minute, the pants of my uniform are tugged to my knees, and Maksim’s fat cock is notching at the opening of my vagina.
When he enters me as fast as he stripped me bare, I call out.
I suck in a deep breath, feeling divinely stretched, before digging the heels of my shoes into his ass, encouraging him to go faster.
I want to be ravished by him.
Claimed.
I want to feel where he’s been for days.
When I say that to Maksim, he bites out a cuss word before he pulls out to the tip and then slams back in. Spasms dart across my womb and zap up my spine when he’s deep enough to bruise my uterus, but I continue to encourage his recklessness by squeezing the walls of my vagina around him.
“Christ, Doc. You’re so fucking tight.”
He pounds into me on repeat, slapping my ass with his balls before he adds a flick to his hips that drives me crazy.
“Yes. Please. Oh god.”
He grips my ass firmer, marking me. “Almost, but we’re not quite there yet.”
Tingles skate across my skin when he flattens his hand low on my stomach before his thumb toys with my clit. It is so responsive to his touch that within seconds I’m chanting his name so loud it will ring in his ears for a week.
“Better.” His gasped word exposes his restraint is holding on by barely a thread.
He is as aroused as I am, as hot and as tender.
“You just need a little bit more.”
I clench around him when he doubles the effort of his thumb while thrusting in and out of me hard enough for stars to form. His pumps are perfect and precise. Without warning, I freefall into ecstasy.
He watches every pleasing jerk of my body while praising how beautiful I look when I come.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Doc. So sexy, beautiful, and smart.”
His thigh muscles flex and release as he prolongs the sparks of passion burning through my veins.
“Look at how well you’re taking me.”
His beautiful body moves with such primal, animalistic traits that expose he was designed for precisely this.
To unravel me.
“You’re doing so well. I just need a little more.”
My back arches, and my head is tossed back when he unexpectedly withdraws before he buries his head between my legs. The sensation is almost too much. It is overwhelming, but for the life of me, I weave my fingers through his hair and hold him hostage to my pussy instead of yanking him away.
My clit pounds in rhythm to my raging heart as he licks, pokes, and teases me with his mouth. Everything tightens as the hungry, needy storm in my lower stomach builds again.