Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“I love this,” he said, pressing a kiss to her collarbone.
He grabbed the dress and began to work it up over her body, and then tossed it to the side on the floor. She still wore a bra.
“Is there any way for me to put a ban on these blasted things?” he asked.
This made her giggle. “You can put a ban on them, but that’s not going to stop me wearing them.”
“What if I add that every time I see you wearing them, I have to spank that ass?” he asked.
This made her roll her eyes.
“You’re kidding.”
He raised a brow and her mouth went dry. Mikhail removed her bra, and then moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her ass.
“I know I hurt you last night,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“You won’t.”
He stroked the tips of his fingers up her body, circling her nipples, then going down toward her pussy, touching the fine hairs covering her mound. One of his hands stayed between her legs, stroking through her slit, touching her clit, while the other cupped her tit, teasing the nipple. The pleasure went straight between her thighs as he stroked her nipple. The touch on her clit set her on fire. She had to sink her teeth into her bottom lip to try to contain herself.
“Do you have any idea how much control I’m forcing myself to have right now?” he asked.
“Uhh,” she moaned vocally as he slid a finger inside her, then added a second one, drawing it back toward her clit to tease her. She tried to contain the pleasured sounds, but his touch was setting her on fire.
All too soon, Mikhail let her go and moved her to the bed, getting her into position, lying her among the pillows, and spreading her legs wide.
As he placed his hands on her knees, she happened to notice the wedding band she’d slid onto his finger just yesterday. A lot of men within the Bratva didn’t wear a ring, and yet Mikhail did.
She noticed men wore it around their necks, or didn’t even bother. What did it mean for Mikhail to be wearing his?
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Staring down at his beautiful bride, Mikhail was determined that this time, when he fucked her, she wasn’t going to experience an ounce of pain. It would be so easy for him to just spread her legs and fuck her hard and fast, to slake this need that built inside him. This wasn’t what he wanted.
Mikhail wanted Galina to hunger for him, to want him, with equal measure that he wanted her.
And so, he leaned forward, pressing her tits together, and began to stroke the peaks. He pushed them together, and then tongued each hardened nipple in turn. Once they were nice and tight and ready, he used his teeth to create just a small bite of pain and then soothed it out with his tongue. He did this for each tit, and then began to kiss down her body, going past her belly button, then down between her thighs. Opening them up, he stared down at her cunt. She looked so fucking beautiful.
Spreading the lips of her sex, he looked at her clit and just couldn’t wait another second. Placing his tongue against her clit, he flicked his tongue back and forth, and then took it between his teeth, much in the same way he had done with her nipples. He gave her time to get accustomed to his touch, and explored the rest of her pussy, sliding down to her cunt. This time, he plundered her, shoving his tongue in deep, fucking her with it.
Galina was all his. No man had ever touched her. She belonged to him and him alone. There would never be anyone else.
When he couldn’t wait any longer, he brought his tongue back to her clit and focused on that pleasured nub as he worked back and forth, drawing out another moan and whimper as he worked her pussy.
His name fell from her lips and filled the air, and he relished the sound, as he worked her pussy, making her come hard and fast. This time, he didn’t give her the chance to have a second orgasm, but moved up the bed.
He gripped his painful cock and lined it to her entrance. She was so wet, that as he pushed forward, he was able to sink inside her, filling her tight cunt to the hilt. This time, there was no pain, no whimper, nothing. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, and he’d prepared her.
He let go of his dick and took hold of her hands, pressing them against the bed, either side of her head. Mikhail wasn’t all the way inside her, and he stared down into her eyes, and then slammed to the hilt, making her take the whole of his cock. She gasped and he heard the difference. The pleasure.