Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
It hardens beneath my hand. He slides his fingers through my hair, rough and tender at the same time. On pure animal instinct, I slide to the floor, dumping my purse upside down, and get on my knees for Silvan.
He backs up just enough to make room for me, his lips tugging up with quiet approval as I tug his sweats down, then his black boxer briefs. His cock is hard and springs free right in my face. I grab it with one hand and lean in to kiss it, then I open up and take him into my mouth.
He grabs the other side of my head with his other hand, cradling it, stabilizing me as I take his cock deeper. I’m hungry for it. I want to please him. I stroke his shaft, my lips working their way up and down his impressive length. I look up at him as I work to make sure he still looks pleased with me, and the warmth on his handsome face warms me right up.
“Did I forget to tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asks idly, sliding one hand around to the back of my head. “Because you’re fucking stunning.” He pushes my head forward. “Even prettier with that perfect mouth full of my cock.”
He takes control, and I let him. I’m happy to have my mouth used for his pleasure.
“Maybe I’ll spend the night fucking your face, baby. Just like this.”
I whimper around his cock at the thought of it. I want that. But I want more, too. I can feel the wetness gathering between my legs just from sucking him, and as he gets rougher taking what he wants from me, I get wetter.
He fucks my throat, controlling how deep he goes, how hard. It’s a struggle for me to breathe, but his firm hand on the back of my head keeps me from pulling back unless he wants me to.
When he pulls out of me, I sit back on my heels and watch him stroke his cock.
“You want this, baby?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes, please.”
He smiles. “Take your panties off. Leave the skirt on, though. I like the skirt.”
So does Dylan.
I feel a sick thrill at the thought of him having to listen from over there as Silvan gets on the floor behind me, peels up that skirt Dylan has gawked at me in so many times, and shoves his cock into me. He peels my coat off and tosses it on the couch, then he grabs my hips and holds on so he can push himself deeper.
“Fuck, baby. Always so goddamn tight.”
I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. I push my ass back against him to take him deeper, faster. I want him all the way inside me. I want him to fucking wreck me.
“Silvan, please.” I brace my palms on the hardwood floor. I always let him control the pace, but I want it so bad right now, I’m tempted to ask for it.
As usual, though, Silvan anticipates my needs before I have to.
This isn’t a slow, tender lovemaking, it’s a primal claiming, a show of exactly who the fuck I belong to in front of the only other male who has ever put his hands on me.
He grabs my hair, gripping it tight enough to hurt a little. “You’re mine,” he says, thrusting into me from behind. “Tell him.”
“I’m his,” I say on a groan as his cock fills me.
I’m overwhelmed with how much I mean it.
I am his. I’m happy to be his.
He pumps into me harder and faster, every stroke a claiming. I can feel the pressure building inside me with every brutal thrust.
“Say it,” he growls, gripping my hair tighter and slamming into me. “Say who the fuck you belong to.”
“You,” I say breathlessly, already teetering on the edge of climax.
“Who?” he demands, leaning over me and angling my head so he can reach my mouth as he slides deep into my pussy.
“You!” I cry out against his lips. “Oh god, Silvan!”
He grunts as he fucks me, his mouth claiming mine for a hard kiss before he uses my hair to pull me back. “Who does that tight little cunt belong to, Sophie?”
“You!” I gasp, arching up to get closer to him. “All of me belongs to you, Silvan. All of me.”
I must have found the right combination of words because his voice is warm with approval when he rumbles, “That’s my good girl.” His grip on my hair eases, but then he pushes my face against the floor, holding me there and driving his cock deep and hard into my pussy.
This angle is so incredible, I can scarcely breathe.
With one final thrust, I’m coming so hard, chills shoot down my spine, and I nearly burst into tears. I cry out sharply as I come all over his cock, moaning and whimpering and making sounds I didn’t even know I could make.