Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Everleigh’s so caught up in the kiss, I don’t think she realizes when she starts to grind down on my cock.
I swear I see stars, and my body tenses. My cock weeps to be freed, and I struggle to focus on anything.
Again she rubs her pussy against me, and I groan from the sweet torture she’s inflicting on me.
You can’t fuck her tonight.
Down, boy!
Christ.
K chertu moyu zhizn'.
Unable to control myself, my hands wander to her breasts, and feeling the soft swells beneath her shirt, it feels like I’m going to spontaneously combust.
Our tongues fight for control, our teeth nip, and our lips massage. I’m consumed by this woman.
I’m obsessed with every inch of her.
This is what I wanted.
Gripping her tightly, I hold her to me as I climb to my feet. With long and determined strides, I carry her to her bedroom and take a second to shut the door behind us.
I move to the bed, and still kissing the hell out of her, I lower her to the mattress.
She breaks the kiss for a moment. “We should probably stop.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble as I claim her mouth again.
I lower my body on top of hers, and resting my forearms on either side of her head, I lose myself in the kiss.
Time falls away, and for all I know, we kiss straight through the night.
Everleigh spreads her legs beneath me, and my cock settles against the heat coming from her pussy.
Fuck waiting.
Breaking the kiss, my lips burn a path down her neck. I push her shirt up, and before she can tell me to stop, I rip the fabric over her head, and my mouth latches onto her hard nipple.
“Oh God,” she moans.
Her fingers grip my hair, but instead of pulling me away, she pushes me harder into her breast.
She can fucking suffocate me for all I care.
I massage her other breast and take my fill of her nipples before I move down.
My eyes lock on the scars from the three bullet wounds, and my heart clenches.
I kiss each one, thanking all that’s holy, she didn’t die.
My little fighter beat all the odds.
Gripping hold of her leggings and panties, I pull them down her legs. When I have her naked beneath me, I lose my breath at the sight of her.
We’ve had sex twice, and not once did I see her naked.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, moya malen'kaya lyubov.'”
I push her legs wider apart, and it has Everleigh making a squeaking sound.
She was inexperienced before we met, and she hasn’t been with anyone since we escaped.
I’m going to take a wild guess that no one’s gone down on her.
My suspicion is proven right when she asks, “Uhm…what are you doing down there?”
Chuckling, I murmur, “I’m about to blow your mind. Hold onto something.”
“What?” she whisper-shrieks, but the sound is cut short when my mouth latches onto her clit.
Unable to go slow, I devour her pussy until she’s dripping with arousal. Remembering how tight she was, I push a finger inside her to stretch her.
I want my woman ready, so she’ll enjoy it when I fuck her.
Chapter 42
Everleigh
It was just supposed to be a kiss, but with Alek’s head between my legs, I can’t bring myself to stop him.
All my intentions of taking things slowly have flown out the window.
My body is wound tight, and I grab hold of Alek’s head to make sure he doesn’t stop.
I almost died of embarrassment when he stared a the valley between my legs, but the moment he started sucking and licking my clit, the pleasure was too good, and the embarrassment went out the window, along with my intentions.
He pushes a finger inside me, and my butt lifts off the bed. My hips swivel, and I shamelessly rub myself against his mouth.
“Crap,” I gasp. “Alek.”
The man goes to town on my clit while fingering the ever-loving hell out of me.
Pleasure explodes through my abdomen, and my body convulses from the intensity. The orgasm overpowers me, and whimpers and moans spill from my lips.
I’m too loud.
I quickly cover my mouth with both hands, and Alek doesn’t let up on my clit. He keeps going, prolonging the intense ecstasy washing through me and turning my body into a quivering mess.
I’m numb when he finally lifts his head, and again he kisses the three scars as he works his way up my body.
I pull my hands away from my mouth and whisper, “That was amazing.”
His eyes lock with mine, then he only thinks to ask, “Are you okay with us continuing?”
I sit up, and pushing him backward until he steps off the bed, I say, “We are definitely continuing.”
I pull his tie free before I undo the buttons of his shirt. Climbing off the bed, I push the fabric over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
His chest and abs are a work of art, and I drag my fingertips over the hard muscle. There’s a scar on his side and another by his shoulder. They weren’t there before.