Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I was done for the day.”
“That’s good.” He brushes my hair aside and kisses my neck.
“Careful. I’m kind of sweaty and gross.”
“You are far from gross, baby.”
“I don’t know. I’ve been kneeling in bloody mop water for the last few hours.”
“Then let’s get you undressed and cleaned up.” He tugs me from the forbidden wing of the house and only pauses to lock the door behind us. Once we reach our bedroom, he takes me into the shower and gets the water nice and hot.
“Strip,” he commands.
And honestly? There’s something perfect about a man like Arsen telling me to take off my clothes.
He’s very hard to deny.
I get naked. My nipples are stiff and my muscles ache pleasantly from a few hours of hard work. He comes into the shower with me, cock long and thick and half hard, all for me. But instead of kissing me, he lathers his hands and begins to clean me off.
Slowly and carefully, he focuses on each part of my body. My hands, my wrists, my arms. My breasts and stomach and back. He washes me with an odd, loving devotion.
It’s the hottest foreplay I’ve ever experienced in my life.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs as his hands run up my legs. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
“Even though I broke into your murder room?”
“Even though you can’t help but cause trouble.” He kisses one nipple and pats my ass. “Even though you’re a pain sometimes.”
He washes my hair. I’ve never let anyone do that for me, but it comes naturally from him. I sigh with bliss as the warm water runs down my naked body and his hands caress my skin.
“I love looking at you. I can’t help myself. I stare at you all the time, baby.”
“Yeah? When?”
“When you’re not even aware. I’m always watching.” His hands cup my breasts from behind. His cock presses against my ass, stiffening as his mouth kisses my neck. “I can’t help it. I’m something of a freak.”
“Yeah, that’s putting it mildly.” I moan when he bites my shoulder. “Hey, easy.”
“You liked that.” He reaches down between my legs and teases my pussy nice and slow. “You’re clean now, baby. Do you want me to get you dirty again?”
“No,” I whimper, biting my lip. “Well, maybe a little.”
“I thought so.” He pushes me against the wall. The whole bathroom’s heated with an under-tile system. Steam rises in the air from the water spray. “I want to worship this fucking body. I want you to know how obsessed I am with you and our future baby.” He pins my wrists above my head and I’m breathing hard as he kisses down my chest, licking my nipples and sucking them, before dropping to his knees.
“What are you going to do down there, huh? You really are worshipping me.”
“That’s right.” He spreads my legs and licks my pussy nice and slow. “Tasting you. Drinking you down. Eating you until you’re consumed by me.” His mouth devours my lips, his tongue stiffening and gliding up and down. He focuses on my clit and I grip his hair, pushing his mouth tighter.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
“You taste like heaven.” He grabs my ass tightly. “Your moans fuck me up. Every inch of your body infects my dreams. You don’t understand how badly I need you.”
“Keep going and prove it.” I moan his name, pulling his mouth tighter against my pussy. I’m needy and pathetic as I grind against him and I don’t care. The orgasm builds in my core and his tongue does miraculous, horrible things to my body as I press tighter into him.
“Let me taste you, baby,” he urges, licking faster. “Come for me, darling. Come on my face.”
I gasp, arching, and shatter on his tongue. He growls like a hungry bear, and it drives me wild. I’m blinking away black spots when he stands and kisses me, burying my mouth with his, shoving my taste against my tongue.
“That’s my girl,” he says, stroking my cheek before cupping my throat. “Now, I want to fuck your pretty mouth.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, Lena, get down on your knees and let me fuck your mouth.”
“Since you’re so polite.”
I sink down, hands up above my head again. He moans as I lick him, teasing a little bit before I gobble his cock up. He thrusts his hips, and I let my spit roll down onto the shower floor, not afraid to get a little messy. Honestly, I think he likes it when I’m just a bit gross.
He moans as I gag and suck and lick him. He praises me, tells me how beautiful I am and how good my mouth feels, and it makes me feel oddly good about myself. Like I’m a sexual goddess with the skills to please this gorgeous beast.
When really, I’m just letting his big dick fuck my face.