Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Eager to obey for once, she scrambles up the bed on her hands and knees, her bare ass in the air.
I bite back a groan at the sight and reach out, running my hand across her plump cheeks.
"Oh," she gasps when my fingers brush across the crevice of her ass, grazing against her back entrance.
"You going to let me in here?" I ask her, touching that perfect little hole again.
"Maybe," she mumbles, averting her gaze. She wants it but doesn't think she should.
Fuck that.
"Look at me."
She glances my way again, a blush spread across her cheeks. Her eyes don't meet mine, instead settling near my mouth. I step closer to the bed and brush my fingers along her jaw before tilting her face up until her eyes finally meet mine.
"I want every part of you, Mila," I tell her, making sure she hears me and that she understands what I'm saying to her. "What we do is our business. No one else's."
"Okay," she says quietly.
I study her face for another moment. Hesitation still lurks deep in her eyes.
"I want in there," I murmur and run my free hand down her back to her ass again before squeezing. "You squeeze the fuck out of my fingers when I play with you there. You know how many times I've thought about how much tighter you'll be around my cock when I fuck you there?"
"N-no." Her voice shakes, but she's not embarrassed this time. She's excited again, imagining me taking here there, claiming every single part of her.
"Soon," I promise and then tap one cheek. "Lay down and let me see that pretty pussy, baby."
A breathy whimper rolls from her lips. She turns onto her back, her hair fanning across my pillows. Her green eyes meet mine again as she slowly spreads her legs for me. She takes her time doing it, fucking teasing me like always, getting me worked up before giving me exactly what I want.
"Fuck," I groan when she's finally where I want her, spread wide for me. She's soaked, her juices glistening on the lips of her pussy. I palm my cock again, trying to relieve a little pressure. It's a fruitless attempt, of course. The only thing that's going to ease the ache is burying myself in her.
I fucking wish I had ropes to tie her with, but I don’t. Deciding neckties will do, I walk toward the dresser across the room and grab two from the drawer.
Mila whimpers when she sees them in my hands. She writhes against the bed, pushing her legs together like she's trying to find a little relief herself.
"Put your arms over your head, baby," I instruct her, and then wait for her to obey.
As soon as she does, I move quickly, lacing the ties around her wrists and then looping them around the bedposts before she has a chance to get her hands on me again. I tie them tight enough to keep her where I want her but not tight enough to hurt her.
"Oh, fuck," she moans, pulling against the ties as soon as I'm done. Her wide, dilated eyes meet mine. She's so turned on her breath comes in little pants and sighs.
"You look good tied to my bed," I tell her, kicking my sweats off. My dick smacks against my stomach before I wrap a hand around myself and squeeze, just looking at her.
She's extraordinary tied down like she is. A flush runs from her cheeks down her neck and onto her chest. Her tits are pushed upward, her nipples dark and hard. She's spread her legs for me again.
I stare at her pussy, biting my lip. I swear I can already taste her on my tongue. I'm addicted to the way she tastes, like peaches and pussy. It's quickly becoming my favorite combination.
Reaching out, I pinch her right nipple.
"Roman!" Her body arches off the bed, trying to get closer.
I tease her, tugging and pulling on her nipples, but not giving her any relief. She loves the way I play with her tits. She told me that her breasts were never sensitive when her ex touched them. He was too fucking stupid to know what she needed. Thank God she didn’t sleep with him because the selfish prick didn’t deserve her.
I’m not him. I know exactly what she needs and exactly how she likes it. She needs a little pain with her pleasure, just enough to make it good. I swear to God, this woman was made for me.
Once she's whimpering and moaning, pleading with me for more, I stop what I'm doing.
She cries out, glaring at me in frustration as I crawl up the bed toward her, my dick in my hand.
"Open up," I demand, straddling her chest.
I expect her to refuse just to piss me off. She fucking loves to challenge me just to see how far she can push before I lose it and make her submit…especially when I'm not giving her what she wants. But she obeys instantly, licking her lips like my dick is her favorite meal. I'm pretty sure it is.