Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 141532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 708(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing and her tongue lashing him with pure fire. Lightning streaked up his spine. He threw back his head and roared as fiery pleasure washed through him.
“Harder,” he admonished, pushing deeper.
She choked and tried to pull away from him but found it impossible. He waited until she settled, and then shook his head. “You can do this, kotyonok, you’ve taken me deeper. Think of my cock, how to worship it, how to make it feel better than you’ve ever made it feel.” He gave her a breath of air and then pushed deep. “This is your cock, made for you, made to bring you pleasure. Think how it feels when it’s between your legs. Suck hard. Make it feel so good. Only you can do that, Ania. Make it good for me.”
She suckled harder, her eyes wide, liquid forming. She began to struggle a little for air again and reluctantly, he pulled back to let her take a breath. One. He pushed a little deeper than he’d gone the last time.
“You’re going to take me all the way down this time,” he said. “Harder, Ania. I want you to suck me dry.”
She tried to comply, her mouth working, her tongue teasing. He let her breathe and then pushed deep until he felt that resistance. She didn’t struggle, but he saw her fight it. He loved watching her fight for him. For his pleasure. His woman, giving him everything he asked for even when it wasn’t easy.
“Relax for me.”
The thought of her struggling for him, fighting off the need to breathe, controlling her gag reflex, her fear, all for him, was mind-blowing. The knowledge heightened his pleasure. Watching her lips stretch impossibly around his girth, seeing her throat as she tried to swallow him down, her nose fighting for air, eyes watery but filled with that dark lust, intensified, even amplified, the ecstasy of her hot, silken mouth.
“That’s it, baby. All the way. Swallow me. Suck it out of me.” His balls were drawn so tight.
Her hands came up under the velvet sac and she began to stroke caresses over them. Her fingers closed around them and he thought he might explode down her throat, but he fought it off. He didn’t want this to end.
Her lips glistened and when he pulled back to allow her to breathe, his shaft was wet and hot. He pushed into her mouth and began to pump long strokes. He kept her head pinned on the seat as he filled her.
“Swallow, Ania. Swallow me,” he said as he bridged her throat. “Use your fingers to get yourself off.”
She struggled to obey him, and then tight muscles constricted and stimulated him even more. It was paradise, a place he didn’t want to leave. Her fingers crept down her belly to disappear between her legs. The moment she started working herself, she relaxed even more. She had given herself completely over to him, and he took his time, feeling the stroking caresses on his inner thighs and sac as he thrust in and out of her mouth, and then down her throat.
He felt his balls tighten even more as the friction increased and grew so hot he knew he couldn’t last. His cock grew, thickened, pushing her boundaries even more. “You almost there, baby? Hurry. Catch up.”
Her fingers worked frantically as he pushed his cock deep, his hips thrusting, his mind in a red haze. Thunder roared in his ears.
Her eyes went to his and even with her mouth full of him, she managed to nod her head to tell him she was there.
“Let go, baby, let yourself come. Swallow every drop, don’t let one escape,” he ordered, because just the idea of telling his woman what he needed, and her complying, was a further turn-on.
Her eyes went completely liquid as his cock swelled more and began to jerk and throb as his seed rocketed down her throat. Pulse after pulse. He watched her trying to take him down even as her own body erupted into a fiery orgasm.
When his cock stopped jerking and pulsing, Mitya slowly withdrew. Ania drew in air, her head still back, her eyes dazed and heated. She’d never looked more beautiful to him. He didn’t move, balancing with the sway of the car, legs straddling her body, his semihard cock right over her.
“Make sure you get every drop, kotyonok.” Beneath his skin he could feel the heat of his leopard, pushing to surface, needing his mate. The growl in his voice and the demands were all shifter, a dominant predator hungry for more.
Her tongue felt soothing, a velvet rasp as she cleaned him, the way every female in their species cleaned her mate. He savored that feeling, loved watching her, wished they could start all over again, but the chaos in his brain was receding enough for his brain to function properly. The leopards needed to run free, to mate again, to spend time together.