Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
All too soon, he pulled her off his dick and swatted her hand out of the way. Within seconds he had her bent over the edge of the table, her dress thrown up to the base of her back. He reached between her thighs, grabbed the gusset of her panties, and tugged. The fabric of her panties was no match for Dmitry’s strength. They tore quite easily. She let out a cry of surprise as the fabric dug into her hips just slightly before giving way. Alix didn’t see what he did to those panties as they disappeared.
He spread her legs wide and his palms, traced from her thighs up to her ass, spreading the cheeks wide. She heard his deep groan.
“You have a pretty ass.” He squeezed the cheeks of her ass and she couldn’t contain her own pleasured sounds.
His touch was setting her on fire for more.
“So perfect.” He let go of her ass cheeks to give them a quick slap. The sound seemed to echo off the walls.
She didn’t want his touch to stop, not for a second. He slid his hand between her spread legs, touching her sensitive clit. She didn’t think she’d be able to stand his touch much longer because her skin felt on fire with need.
Dmitry seemed to read her body better than she anticipated as he let her go, and then moved down to plunge two fingers deep inside her.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“I can take it.”
He chuckled as he added a third finger and another moan escaped her lips. He thrust his fingers inside her a couple more times and then pulled out of her.
She felt the hard tip of his cock against her pussy, and then, inch by inch, he began to sink inside her. Dmitry wasn’t small. He was hard, long, and thick. Another moan escaped her.
He grabbed her hips and then pulled her back against him, slow at first, then faster. She took all of his length, and there were a few thrusts, where she didn’t think she would be able to manage, but she did.
“Oh, fuck, you’re tight,” he said. “So fucking tight.”
She thrust back against him, loving how his fingers dug into her hips. There would be bruises on them tomorrow but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel him, all of him, to be fucked, to be taken like this. Alix didn’t need soft, nor did she need gentle. From the moment she had met him, she had felt this need spiraling inside her.
When he came to pick her up three months ago, she had been more than ready. Seeing him again hadn’t terrified her. Alix didn’t know what this meant, but she was more than willing to ride whatever their journey was, for as long as needed.
Dmitry fucked her harder, speeding up, and she felt herself getting closer to another orgasm. She was so close to her second. With the speed and depth of his thrusts, she had no choice but to hold onto the table, to wait for him to fuck her, to take her, to drive that amazing dick inside her.
Dmitry stopped, his cock filling her, and he let go of her hip, sliding one hand between her legs. It was like he was reading her mind as he started to tease her clit. Stroking over the nub, and once again, all it took was a few touches and she came, screaming his name.
He didn’t give her time to come down from her peak as he took hold of her hips once more and began to fuck her, driving hard and fast inside her. The table didn’t move and she figured it had to be because it was nailed down. He thrust inside her one final time, but with this one, Dmitry came. She felt the hard ridge of his dick pulse as he filled her, each wave sending more and more of his cum inside her.
They hadn’t worn condoms. Alix didn’t know what that meant. She wasn’t on birth control. She made a note to tell him, to warn him. She was clean.
He didn’t move. She didn’t know what to say.
They had just fucked and Alix knew she wanted to do it all over again.
Chapter Three
No woman had ever made him speechless before. This was a first for Dmitry.
He was once again in his office, the following day, staring out again at Alix in the garden. This time, she wore a pair of jeans, an old shirt, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His little girl had some kind of ribbon in her hand and was running around Alix as she laughed.
Last night hadn’t gone how he expected. He intended to tell her what he wanted to set some ground rules, and then to take her to his bed. He’d not planned to fuck her on the dining room table, or to pull out of her, realizing what he’d done, and leave her there. The trophy for “Biggest Asshole” certainly went to him.