Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
You can feel his big, cock harden against your thigh and you want it and him all night.
In between kissing you, he whispers, “You need to be with me on a long term basis.”
Your heart skips a beat.
“You need to be on my jet.” So, greedy he yanks the top of your lingerie down. Your breasts spill out.
Groaning, he stares at your stiffening nipples. “You need to be in my mansion.”
You whisper, “Yes.”
With his other hand, he tears away your panties. “You need to be bouncing on my cock. Every night. Every morning.”
Your body feels electrified. Every little brush of his hand on your skin sends sparks of excitement through every cell.
And his mouth is back on yours. He fucks you with his tongue, dominating you, showing you exactly what type of lover he will be.
You both feel like two wild animals ready to devour each other.
And the only sound you can hear is the sound of his and your breathing as your lips and tongues dance together.
“Open for me.” He parts your legs and he spreads your thighs. “I’m so hungry.”
He slides down and gets face level with your pussy. “They say you didn’t put the check in the bank account.”
You look down at him.
He turns his gaze up to you. Concern covers his face. “Was the amount not enough?”
You try to explain. “It’s because—”
“I’ll write a bigger check tonight.”
You don’t argue against it, especially because he’s ripping away your panties.
He inhales your pussy and growls. “You’re so wet. Just how I like it.”
Before you can respond, he’s licking your clit. The tip of his tongue warms your clit. He’s twirling his tongue over that sensitive bud just the way you like. He’s doing things to your clit and satisfying parts of your pussy that you’ve never known could be stimulated.
The room spins around you. The heated scent of your arousal fills the air. Pleasure rushes up your body. It’s all a surreal dream of pure ecstasy. Your body is on fire. Your mind is in heaven.
And your pussy is in this sinful lusty hell, getting licked, lapped, and tongue fucked until you scream out, “Kazimir!”
And he’s still licking.
He’s still sucking.
He’s pushing his hands up to fondle your soft, full breasts and tenderly squeezing your nipples as he licks your pussy. He’s playing and toying with those sensitive points.
And you have one of the most explosive orgasms of your life. Vibrant colors and shapes fill your vision. And the detonation of that first orgasm sets off a pleasureful chain reaction of smaller explosions that expand all through you.
And he’s licking up your juices like a hungry animal, feeding off your orgasm.
And all you can do is shudder and take it.
Your heart booms in your chest.
He looks up at you and wears a devilish smile. Your juices are all over his handsome, chiseled face. “Your pussy tastes exactly how I thought it would.”
Panting, you stare down at him.
“I want more and more.”
You nod, ready to give him as much as he desires.
He licks his lips and climbs back up your body to be face to face. Your scent is all over him, radiating from his skin.
He looks around. “Your place is nice, but I want you with me in Moscow.”
You ask, “What do you mean?”
Kazimir turns back to you and his face holds no humor. “I already have a penthouse set up for you and a nice monthly stipend with a bank account.”
You part your lips in shock.
“Will you come with me?”
So many things spin through your mind. This is happening fast as fuck. You still don’t know how dangerous he is though you are not sure that you care at this point.
“I’ll give you a week to decide.” He kisses your forehead and wraps his huge arms around you. “Until then, let’s eat. You’ll need your strength. My cock wants to meet you.”
Chapter 3
Pleasuring You
Kazimir has already licked your pussy to perfection.
He cleans you up and you both sit down for an elegant candle lit dinner.
The lights are off.
The chef is back and setting the table for two, including the finest China, crystal, and silverware. Vanilla scented candles illuminate the space leaving a warm golden glow. The light dances along Kazimir’s chiseled face.
White roses stuff an ornate vase.
Your favorite foods top the plates. Again, you’re wondering how he would know so much about you in so little time.
The aroma of this high-end meal is entrancing, but not as captivating as your guest.
His designer jacket is on the couch along with his tie. The top two buttons of his shirt are open. And his muscles are stretching the thin material.
Before you pick up your fork, Kazimir hands you a small gift that you hadn’t noticed on the table.
You undo the black ribbon and it falls onto the table. The satiny gold paper slips along your fingertips as you open the package.