Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Have you been fucked back here Valkiriya?" My voice is a low, deep growl. I hardly recognize it. I hardly recognize myself. I'm not usually so disrespectful with a woman. Not usually so aggressive and rough.
Somehow, though, it feels right. Like she needs this. Like she deserves it—but as a reward —not a punishment.
“Don't.” There's a note of warning in her voice. Forbidding. It makes my dick hard.
I won't. Of course, I wouldn't ever force a woman to do something she didn't want. But it makes me want to bring her to the place where she wants it. Where she begs me for it.
I lower my body over hers as I push my fingers into her sopping channel. “Nyet? How about here?” I rumble. “Can I fuck you here?”
“Yes.” There’s only a second’s hesitation.
I try to tamp down the surge of satisfaction at her answer. “I’ll use protection,” I promise, in case that concern was on her mind. I reach for the bedside stand and grab a condom from the drawer there.
She rolls herself onto her back while I’m away, trying to regain some level of control, no doubt. I unwrap the condom and hold her gaze as I roll it on, watching her eyes darken. The rise and fall of her chest. Her breasts fall open to the sides. She has another red birthmark–a slightly larger one on her ribs. I kiss it first. Then the one on her cheek.
“Fairy’s kisses,” I say when I notice she’s tensed. “I like them.”
“Untie me,” she murmurs, parting her legs for me.
“Not yet, moya malen'kaya valkiriya. You look too pretty like this.”
I position myself between her legs and rub the head of my sheathed cock over her entrance. She’s wet enough that I slide in easily enough. Her muscles clench around my dick, making me groan.
Her belly hollows and lifts. She watches me, dragging her lower lip through her teeth.
I brace one hand on the headboard and use the other to hold her in place for my thrusts. She rocks up to meet them, taking me deep. Sweet little sounds leave her lips. Uhns and ahs that grow louder as I work us both into a frenzy.
“Do you like to be ridden hard, little Valkyrie?”
Her blonde brows lower. Nostrils flare. Her breath rasps in and out like she’s running a race.
“Or is this the first time you’ve had it rough?”
I know I’m right when she throws her head back, arching those pretty tits toward the ceiling.
“Beautiful,” I mutter. I drag my hand down her throat to squeeze her breast roughly then catch her shoulder before her head bumps into the headboard.
I untie her wrists because the moment for surrender is past. She’s already well into it with me, as needy and desperate as I am. Not holding back.
It was the right move because she reaches for my chest, sliding her hands over the planes of my muscles like she was dying to touch me. She grips my arms and scores me with her nails. Wraps her legs behind my back and urges me deeper. Harder.
The bed knocks against the floor. Bangs the wall.
“Come for me, Kira.” I pinch one of her nipples, probably too hard.
She cries out, her internal walls squeezing and closing around my cock.
I don’t release the nipple, and her eyes fly wide to my face like she’s trying to figure out what I’m doing. My own orgasm rushes me forward like a wave of heat pouring down the back of my head to the base of my spine.
Cum surges down my shaft.
“Come harder,” I growl and release her nipple at the same moment I climax.
She comes again, clinging to me, no doubt to reduce the roughness of my erratic, ecstasy-laden thrusts.
Fireworks go off behind my eyes, and then I lose all track of what’s happening until I find myself covering her body. Crushing her, probably. My sweat mingled with hers. My heart beating against her soft breasts.
I nuzzle into her neck and nip her skin before lifting away. “Are you okay?”
She blinks glassy eyes at me. She appears dazed.
“Did I hurt you, little warrior?”
She shakes her head, a stunned expression still giving her a startled look. Like she didn’t know sex could be like that.
Like she’s never had it that way or even knew it was possible.
“More than you bargained for?”
“A little.” She lets out a soft laugh, almost like she didn’t mean to admit it.
I kiss the fairy blotch again and crawl off to dispose of the condom and wash up. I bring her a cool washcloth, which she holds between her legs as if to soothe the area.
I move it aside and kiss her softly there. Light kisses. An apology for being so rough. For leaving her sore.
“I can sleep on the couch,” she murmurs softly but doesn’t move.