Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I drip onto his tongue.
‘This pussy is mine,’ he mutters and lowers me onto his mouth. First he swipes his silky tongue along the entire pulsing crack to lick up all my juices, and then he starts lapping at my pussy just like a thirsty dog. My head is thrown back and my body arches and twists against his mouth. Gripping my hips he fucks me with his tongue. Then he-oh fuck-sucks my clit into his mouth until I am screaming. Just screaming.
I ride out my orgasm grinding into his face and yelling out his name. My juices gushing into his mouth, and running down his face and neck. He grabs my ass cheeks and keeps on sucking, fucking, and licking my pussy, forcing me to come again. And again. My muscles are still shaking and convulsing, and his face and hair are soaked and glistening in the candlelight when he moves abruptly. He rolls me to my side, gets on top of me and, opening my legs wide, plunges into my hot flesh.
‘Oh yes,’ I cry. ‘Take me hard, Zane.’
‘Like this?’ He grabs my wrists and, holding them high over my head, slams even harder into me.
‘Fuck yes,’ I whimper.
‘And this?’ he says thrusting savagely into me. To my astonishment I can feel myself starting to climax again.
My mouth opens in a gasp. ‘I can’t control myself,’ I burst. ‘I’m going to come all over your cock.’
‘No,’ he says, slowing his movement down. ‘You’ll come when I tell you to come.’
My body jerks spasmodically and my head turns from side to side in desperation. ‘I’m gonna come, Zane. Sorry. I just can’t hold on.’
He pulls his cockhead clear out of me, waits for a second, then rams back inside. Burying himself to the hilt. Like a greedy thing my pussy pushes upwards to meet the thrust.
‘Fuck, baby. I’ve got to come. You gotta let me come,’ I beg.
‘Not yet. This is my pussy. Mine. I’ll decide when she comes.’
He bends his head and bites my nipple. The pain brings me back from the edge. He licks the throbbing tip rapidly and a gloriously warm sensation spreads out from that nipple into the rest of my body.
I grip his erection tightly.
‘You’re so damn tight,’ he shudders, as he starts slamming and pounding into me with a real frenzy, grunting, chasing his release. Every time his body touches my clit, I squirm, coil and writhe like a cut snake underneath him. I am holding on to my own release by my fingernails, waiting for him to say, ‘yes, let go.’
He rides me until the muscles of his shoulders and neck begin to strain, and there it is, the permission to come.
‘Come now,’ he orders … and instantly I come. Excruciatingly. Laid bare. Raw. Wild. Naked. Exposed. My heart wide open.
He is still exploding inside me when I whisper, ‘I love you.’
He gazes down at me as my shuddering pussy milks the last drops, the very last seed out of his cock.
Something in his eyes. They can’t look into mine. He heard me.
I capture his chin and wait until his gaze meets mine. ‘It’s OK. You don’t have to say it back.’
He stares at me and I wonder what horror has brought such sorrow into his eyes. Then he bends his head and takes my lips. The kiss is so full of soul and tenderness that suddenly I know.
His body is telling me what his tongue cannot say.
Fifteen
Aleksandr Malenkov
Mama comes to help me stand up.
‘I’m all right,’ I tell her.
‘Shall I get you some tea?’ she asks.
‘No, I’m fine.’
I look at her. Her face is white. How the years have changed her. She has become more and more silent. Her spirit is broken. He broke her spirit.
‘Mama, why don’t we run away?’
Her lips tremble. She presses them together. ‘There is nowhere to go. I have no money,’ she says.
‘I can work. I’m old enough.’
‘You’re twelve.’
‘I can fight for money. I can beat grown men.’
She grasps both my hands together and shakes her head vigorously and fixes me with a desperate stare. ‘No. You will not fight. You will go to school. You will study and you will become something special. I’m all right. If only you wouldn’t interfere when we argue, my precious son.’
‘I’ll never let him hurt you,’ I say angrily.
‘He doesn’t hurt me. A few punches. Nothing serious. These things happen between adults.’
‘I hate him,’ I mutter.
‘Hush. Don’t ever say that,’ she says sadly.
‘Why not? He is horrible.’
‘I will always be grateful to him.’
I stare at her in disbelief. ‘Why?’
‘Because he gave me you.’
I close my eyes in despair.
‘And because he has no one else. When he was well, before that trauma to his brain, before that bullet lodged in his head he was a good man. A really good man and I promised to stay with him through sickness and health. So now that he is ill, and he is ill, Aleksandr, it is an illness, I can’t abandon him just like that. I made a promise to be loyal to him and I can’t break it.’ She smooths my hair away from my forehead and kisses me gently.