Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I breathed. Yes. It felt so good to confess it out loud.
His eyes reflected everything I felt, every drop of lust and pleasure and need, but there was more in his look. He had rage and darkness. He was scary, and perfect.
This morning he’d been almost gentle, probably as gentle as Luka got, but his first harsh thrust now set the tone for the session. I cried out. Pain stabbed into me as he impaled me on his firm dick, but it slid easily into my slick body. The sensation was darkly satisfying, as if he were claiming me all over again for the first time.
The force of his body fucking mine had the table knocking against the floor, scooting along.
“Get your shirt off,” he demanded. “When my cock’s inside you, you’ll always be naked. I want those goddamn tits available to me.”
I frantically yanked at my shirt, lifting it up over my head, and as I cast it over the side of the table, I knocked over my wine glass. It didn’t spill much, as I’d already drank most of the glass. Luka set it back upright as I hurried to undo my bra, and the straps tangled briefly in my arms. It dropped to the floor with barely a sound.
He pinched my nipple so hard there was pain. “Be more careful.”
He drove into my body, punishing me, but the initial hurt was gone, and now I felt heat and pleasure. Every inch I took inside me heightened my craving for him, and I became incensed. I raked my nails down his arms, urging him for more, like I could scrape it out of him. His hands clamped around my waist, holding my thrashing body down.
“Perfect little Addison.” His voice mocked disapproval. “Talking to her parents while I’ve got my head between her thighs, licking her sweet pussy.” His thrust caused my eyes to roll back into my head. “Were you worried they’d find out what I’ve done to their good girl?” With my eyes closed, it made his voice sound treacherous. “That you’re not a virgin anymore?”
I couldn’t think about his words. I fisted a hand in the center of his shirt and pulled him down. Wait, no. His clothes were in my way. I wanted his heated skin pressed against mine. I reached over his shoulder and grabbed another handful of shirt, this time on his back, and jerked it up over his head.
He broke our devastating kiss just long enough to get rid of the t-shirt, and then his lips returned to mine, swallowing my moan. His smooth, soft skin was addictive, and he felt feverish. Maybe that was why his words and actions could be so cold. He used all of his warmth in his burning body.
My spine dug into the table as he continued to pound relentlessly, and I sighed in anguish as his chest drew away. My eyes fluttered open in time to see him dip his hand in the spilled wine, and then he was smearing the wetness over my breasts. The action was followed quickly by his mouth and swirling tongue. It was enjoyable, the dual sensation of the cool wine and his hot mouth.
And it was all building toward a big finish.
“Maybe you should call them back,” he said, nipping at the underside of a breast. “Let them hear you coming all over my cock.”
Holy hell, I was terrified he’d make me do it.
“No.” He said it like he was correcting himself, and stood upright. His eyes were possessive. “Forget it. That sound’s only for me.”
My legs gripped at his waist and my hands clung to his forearms. The table creaked loudly beneath me, and I was gasping for breath, each one a struggle. I’d been careless and spilled the wine, and now the words spilled from me with the same recklessness. “God, Luka. It feels really good.”
I watched him break apart while he was surrounded by me. His broad shoulders pulled tight together, his eyes slammed shut, and he withdrew from me abruptly. I lay stunned as he gripped himself, pumping his fist over his dick. Ropes of thick liquid flicked onto my belly and breasts, and I flinched at the contact. There was a loud, deep groan of satisfaction, and his fist slowed. He moved until the very last drop had poured from him onto my lower abdomen, and leaned over, supporting himself on his free hand.
“You . . .” He hadn’t quite caught his breath. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and he seemed to finally even out. He said it softly. “Look what you do to me.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, confused on what exactly he— “Oh!”
Luka eased two fingers inside, and set his other hand on my clit, stirring. I collapsed on the table with an enormous bang.