Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Pleasure so intense rocked my body as he tortured me with his tongue, but just when I thought I could no longer hold out, his mouth finally left me and he started to move up.
Our eyes met again, and oh God, there was something in his gaze. Something that couldn’t possibly be real—-
And then he was thrusting inside me, his entire cock tearing through my hymen, and for that one moment my mind became incapable of handling anything but a single thought.
My pussy, my virginity, my body was his.
I was his.
His cock throbbed and twitched inside of me like a forceful being of its own, his thick, rigid length rubbing against my walls deliciously with every jerk. My nails dug deep into his back as I tried to adjust to the invasive feeling of his cock inside of me. It was strange and beautiful at the same time, addictively so.
Above me, beads of sweat dotted the side of his face, his expression strained. “Erie.” His fingers around my hips tightened as he visibly struggled to keep himself from moving.
“Sergei.” I choked his name out in a soft, tremulous whisper, still too much in awe of just how painfully beautiful it was to have this man possess me.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Just...a bit.” I swallowed. “But it’s okay.”
His eyes gleamed. “Is that your way of telling me you want me to start fucking you hard?”
Oh!
“As ordered then,” he said huskily.
My eyes widened, and I blurted out, “But I didn’t say—-ah!” He had indeed started to move, and even though I knew it would feel good, I didn’t realize it would feel this good.
His thrusts were measured and controlled, a steady pace of smooth hard drives into my trembling pussy.
He kept his gaze trained on my face as he fucked me, and even though I could feel myself turning red at his scrutiny, it didn’t take away anything from the pleasure of his possession. If anything, it only fed my arousal, made my body ache even harder with each thrust.
When his thrusts picked up their pace and he became just a bit rougher, I could only cling to him, loving every nuance of his lovemaking.
As his massive cock plunged into me again and again, my vocabulary gradually deteriorated until all I could do was think in phrases that only a toddler had the right to use.
So. Good. Too. Good.
When I felt my body start to tighten, my gaze flew to his, and I gasped his name out loud. “Sergei.” Was there something else I should do? What there anything I could do to make him feel as good as I was feeling?
“Erie.” He breathed my name hard as he withdrew his cock. “Come with me.” And with those words, he plunged hard into my pussy one last time, grinding his cock into me just as he reached for my clit and gave it a long, tight pinch.
I screamed as I surrendered to his invitation, and our bodies shuddered against each other, the sound of our pants mingling as we came at the same time. I clung to him as my body shook at the strength of my release. Above me, the billionaire’s back had arched as his cock shot its load in me, filling my pussy to the brim with his cum.
My eyes fell closed in exhaustion as I felt his cum trickle slowly down my bare legs, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his back when Sergei’s weight pressed down on me. He was heavy, but it was a good kind of heavy, a solid force that reassured me rather than making me feel oppressed.
I closed my eyes, listening to the mingled sound of our breaths, the scent of our lovemaking still tingeing the air. I just had sex with Sergei Grachyov. If I weren’t feeling so tired and replete, I would probably have started freaking out. But right now all I could do was push the thought aside, telling myself I could worry about reality later.
But for now—-
My eyes flew wide open as I felt Sergei’s thick, massive cock stir between my legs. The billionaire pushed himself up on his elbows, and when our gazes met, I looked at him in shock, saying weakly, “You can’t be serious.”
He bent down, nipping my lower lip as he whispered, “I told you, didn’t I?” His lips moved down, and he started to suck hungrily on my neck. “I’ve been surviving on jerking myself off all this time. There’s a lot to make up for, so...”
He suddenly rolled us over, and I found our positions reversed as Sergei sat up and had me straddling his lap, his cock throbbing against the still-moist folds of my pussy.
I looked down at his erection, rigid and fully engorged. “Impossible.” My voice was strained. Weren’t men supposed to need at least thirty minutes of interval between each round of sex?