Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“Need your taste first,” I tell her as I slip down her body to remove her panties. They’re fucking soaked. I push one finger into her and pump it in and out. “You get off on sucking me off, Lev?”
“Yes,” she moans, her hips slightly moving with each thrust of my finger. I dip my head and lick her pussy, adding another finger. “Fuck.” Her hips buck harder, trying to get her clit closer to my mouth, but I make sure my tongue only brushes it, staying along the outside, getting her all worked up. “I can’t.”
I slide back up her body. “Can’t what, darling? You want me to stop?”
“I’ll murder you.” She grips my shoulders, giving me a death glare that only makes my cock ache more. I brush the hair out of her face as I settle over her. I run my cock back and forth on her sweet pussy, hitting her clit. “Yes.” Her nails dig into me. “More.”
I keep rubbing the head of my cock against her clit until she’s crying out my name, the orgasm taking over. I slide down, lining the head of my cock to her opening; I use my thumb to keep drawing her orgasm out. When I know she’s lost in the pleasure and afterglow of it, I thrust fully inside of her, taking her innocence and giving her mine in return.
Lev lets out a gasp, while I groan. She’s too damn tight, and I can’t hold on. I come, buried to the hilt inside of her. All the control I had is gone in the blink of an eye. One tiny girl, who holds my entire world in her hands, shattered all the control I had. I’ve never experienced euphoria like this.
I claim her mouth, kissing her. "I'm sorry," I tell her, placing kisses on her cheeks and back to her mouth again.
"You knew?"
"I knew."
"I figured." Lev grins up at me. "You seem to know more about me than I do at times."
“Does that bother you?”
She shakes her head. “It’s kinda freeing.”
My chest tightens knowing I give her that.
“Now, will you make love to me?” Lev asks, pulling me down for a kiss, already knowing the answer to her question.
Because all she ever had to do was ask.
17
LEV
“Babe.” I roll over, trying to find Eros. When I come up with nothing but empty sheets, I make myself open my eyes to confirm that he’s not in bed with me. I sit up and glance around the room. Where the hell is he?
I’ve been sharing a bed with him for over a month, and he’s always in it when I wake up. Hell, most of the time it’s him waking me up. I’m not the best morning person. I roll over and grab my phone off the nightstand.
“What the fuck?” I scramble from the bed. It’s past ten. I should have been up two hours ago to get ready for work. Did he leave me in bed to go to work? He’s never done that before. We always go down together.
We stopped hiding that we’re together after the night he took my virginity. The more attached I grew to Eros, the more possessive and jealous I got of him. I don't have a reason to be jealous. Eros is a gentleman when he’s outside of home. It’s only me that gets that dirtier, bossy side of him. The one that allows me to give up the control I used to hold on to so tightly.
I should be ashamed of how turned on I get when he flips that switch in the bedroom, but I’m not. If you had told me that I would be with a man who ordered me to open my mouth so he could slide his cock inside, I would have died of laughter.
Hell, I didn’t think I would even like giving blowjobs, but there is something about being so submissive to him that turns me on in ways I didn’t know were possible. I was practically begging to do it the other day in his office. I never come out and ask what I want to start off. Instead I tease and am a little bit of a brat until he orders me to ask him for it.
It’s crazy, honestly. I don’t know if I’m finding this new me or if it was always there and now I feel safe enough to let it come out. It might be a bit of both, I suppose.
I grab my robe from the chair and put it on before heading out to find Eros. The home office door is open, but he’s not inside, so I make my way toward the living room and kitchen.
“What the hell, babe, we're going to be late,” I call out when I don’t see him in the living room but smell bacon and pancakes coming from the kitchen. “You didn’t wake me with—” I stop speaking as I enter the kitchen to see a woman with wavy brown hair to her shoulders standing at the stove. When her eyes lock with mine, I wish a hole would swallow me because I know those eyes.