Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
“Hot motherfucker.” Nikolai leans over and bites on my Adam's apple, making me gasp. “I missed your voice and even your annoying fucking nagging.”
My fingers find their way to his hair and I press him to my chest. I can’t have him close enough. Touch him deep enough. Soak in him long enough.
“Arms around my neck,” he orders.
When I do that, still stroking his hair, he slaps his palms on my arse cheeks and presses his cock to mine. I bury my face in his hair, inhaling his smell as I groan and hump against him. Sparks of pleasure pool in my groin. With every slide of flesh against flesh, our precum trickles over our cocks and we rub a few more times.
Nikolai pushes me up. “Hop on. Wrap your legs around my waist.”
“I’m not light…”
“Do it. Now.”
Grabbing onto his neck, I maneuver myself and Nikolai helps me up and I cross my legs at his back, heels digging in his arse.
I thought it’d feel awkward, but surprisingly, I hold on to the balance, and Nikolai doesn’t seem to mind that I’m wrapped all around him in a koala embrace.
In retrospect, I might be enjoying this a bit too much since my hard cock that’s trapped between us pulses and drips all over my abs.
He kneads my arse and nibbles on my jaw as he walks to the bedroom. “That’s it. Good boy.”
“I’m not a boy. I’m older than you.”
“Age is a number, and you’re definitely my good boy, baby.”
He tilts forward and we drop into a mess of limbs on the bed. His chest collides with mine, but I don’t mind. He could crush me and I wouldn’t complain.
It’s okay.
If it’s him, it’s okay.
That thought fills me with a different type of dread.
Does this mean I trust him? The mafia prince who winds down by punching people?
My thoughts scatter when he reaches beneath the pillow and produces a bottle of lube.
“Do you always have that on the ready?” I ask and hum a grunt when his piercing scrapes my cock.
“Yup. I never know when you’re going to grace me with your presence.”
He pushes back so he’s kneeling between my parted legs, and I mourn the loss of his body against mine, but then I’m distracted when he squirts the lube straight on his cock.
I lean on my elbows, watching him as he rubs himself up and down in violent strokes that leave my mouth agape.
“Aw, you drooling baby?”
“Shut up…”
“You love my cock that much, hmm?”
“Stop talking, Nikolai.”
“Mmm. Love it when you get all bossy and wound up.” He swirls his slick, shiny fingers against his crown and I want to push them away and take over the task.
“Here.” He throws me the bottle of lube. “Make your hole dripping wet so I can fuck you, baby.”
“Jesus,” I breathe out as I struggle to open the thing.
He really knows how to undo a man with his words and damn fucking presence.
I squirt the cold gel on my palm and open my legs farther, then lift my arse before I press it against my rim.
A gasp falls out of me when I find Nikolai watching me with depraved intensity and flaring nostrils, his strokes slowing down.
“Fuck yourself for me. Let me see your fingers plunging in and out of your hole.”
A rush of lust overwhelms me and I bite my lower lip as I breach myself with a finger. My muscles tighten around it and I groan.
“Did you touch yourself back there while we were apart, baby?”
I nod, focusing on his tattooed hand that squeezes his length. My cock leaks all over my stomach at the view.
“Mmm, naughty. Did you imagine it was my fingers driving into you?”
I shake my head and add another finger, fucking myself in the same rhythm he touches himself and trying not to get too excited, because I want to come while he fucks me.
“Then what did you imagine?”
“I imagined…ummfuck… I imagined you were fucking me with your cock.”
“Fuck, baby. I need inside you. Now.”
I remove my fingers and trace them on his chest. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
“Mmm. Talk dirty to me.”
“I need your cock inside me.”
“More.”
“I want you to pound me until I’m screaming.”
“Fucking more.”
“Fuck me until you fill me with your cum.”
“Oh fuck. Where did you learn to talk like that?”
“From you.”
His face erupts in a gorgeous grin as he lifts my legs and throws them over his broad shoulders. Our eyes collide as he drives into me. Agonizingly slow. So slow that sweat beads on Nikolai’s forehead and sticks his hair to his temples. His brows furrow as he obviously restrains himself to not thrust all the way in.
A shiver goes through me and it feels like forever before he’s fully sheathed inside me.
It’s been a long time since Nikolai last fucked me, and I almost forgot just how huge he is. It often burns when he first buries himself in me, but he always, without exception, gives me time to adjust.