Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 97448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Sasha’s confused eyes meet mine, and I watch her closely for a few seconds. “What’s going on, wife?”
“What…do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean. You’ve changed, and I need to figure out the reason why. I’m offering you the chance to tell me yourself amicably. If you refuse, I might have to use methods you don’t approve of.”
“Nothing’s changed.”
“Bullshit. One more chance.”
“Kirill…”
“Is it your family? Are they sucking you in again? Is it because of any of the meetings with Anton? Is he turning you against me? Are you choosing to believe their propaganda?”
“That’s not—”
“Then give me something!” I cut her off, my voice losing all its cool before I release a breath and attempt to grasp onto my nonexistent calm. “Last chance.”
“It’s really nothing.”
“Very well.” I adjust my glasses. “Come here.”
She walks carefully, her eyes shining when she notices the animalistic lust that must be visible on my face.
Sasha is the perfect mirror of my primitive tendencies. The fact that she gets excited whenever I’m close to the edge is a clear indication of how compatible we are.
“Stop,” I order, and she comes to a halt. “On your knees.”
Sasha gets into the position slowly, as if she’s never been there before.
“Now, crawl to me. Show me how much you want my cock.”
Her lips part, and I swear she’s about to say something, but instead, she gets on all fours and slowly crawls to me. The slope of her pale tits tease from beneath the décolletage, creating a contrast against the black fabric.
A gentle sway lifts her hips, and a pink blush covers her cheeks and throat. My Sasha takes her time in the seduction game, not hurrying nor slowing down, as if she knows exactly the type of effect she’s having on my starved cock.
My erection thickens and strains against my boxer briefs, demanding her heat.
I manage to stay in place, though, patiently waiting for her to get her ass over here.
My expression must be unwelcoming, though, because Sasha pauses when she finally reaches me. Her inquisitive eyes plunge into mine as if she’s trying to get a read on the situation.
“Get my cock out,” I order in a closed-off tone.
Her soft hands unbuckle my pants, and she fumbles with my zipper and boxer briefs before she frees my cock.
It’s been semi-hard during the whole show, but it gets painfully hard in her hold. She has to take it in both hands, stroking gently as she peeks up at me.
My palm covers her cheek, and she leans into my touch, eyes closing briefly.
“Don’t just caress it, Solnyshko. Choke on my cock.”
A shiver goes through her, but she slides me in as far and as gently as she can without triggering her gag reflex. Then she pulls it out and licks and sucks on the crown before sliding it back in again. The friction of her wet little mouth has me hard as fuck.
But that’s not the only emotion going through me. Lust is prevalent, but it’s mixed with a tinge of rage. A wave of anger so steep and hollow, I don’t know how far I’ll go if I act on it.
Which is why I’m not.
I’m giving her the liberty to do it herself, because if I fuck her mouth, I’m going to hurt her. No doubt about it.
Her noises of pleasure echo in the air as she deep-throats my dick, probably because she knows I like that. And because she’s learned my tendencies so well, she doesn’t stop there and uses her tongue to give me more friction.
I might know all her buttons to push, but she’s also learned mine by heart. And maybe that’s why it’s pissing me the fuck off.
“I’m not hearing you choke, Sasha.” My voice teeters between lust and control.
Her eyes, now green with a smidge of yellow, fill with determination as they meet mine. She ups her pace, takes me down her throat, and even strokes my balls.
Sasha continues in that rhythm, sucking my cock like it’s a Popsicle until her noises echo in the air. I have to force myself not to thrust down her throat.
If I do that, I won’t stop.
If I do that—
She slides me out of her mouth, her eyes glittery and her lips glistening with precum and her saliva. “Kirill…”
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
“What am I doing? You’re the one who’s supposed to be giving me a sloppy blowjob.”
“Yeah, but ordinarily, you would’ve taken control by now.”
A smirk lifts my lips. “You want that?”
Her head bobs up and down with an eager nod.
“What else do you want, Solnyshko?”
She lies back on the carpet, opens her legs, and lifts her dress enough to reveal her soaking- wet white panties. I always love how she gets horny, even by sucking me off.
“Fuck me,” she says in a throaty voice that nearly makes me come.