Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I’ll agree to anything if it encourages him to continue stroking my pussy, so you shouldn’t be surprised by my quick head bob.
“Good.”
Using my bound hands as a guide, he tugs me to a kneeling position next to him before releasing me from his restraint of choice. My muscles ache all over, but it isn’t the type of hurt that makes you want to crawl into bed and mope in pain. It is thrilling and exciting.
Though nowhere near as exhilarating as Matvei stripping.
He removes his shoes, trousers, and boxers before focusing on his business shirt. My eyes plead with me to drink in every spectacular ridge above his mouthwatering V muscle, but I can’t take my eyes off his crotch.
His cock is so fat you’d swear he didn’t achieve release only minutes ago. It’s throbbing with need, and the tip has a glistening bead of pre-cum on the end.
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” Matvei growls when my tongue darts out to wet my lips. I’m hungry for him. Starving. Which is ludicrous when you learn how much I hate giving head.
I’ve always associated it with sweaty, stinky body parts.
That isn’t the case with Matvei. He smells freshly washed. There isn’t an ounce of BO to be found.
“Natalya…” Matvei growls, forcing my eyes to his face.
I take the long route. Can you blame me? This man broke the mold of perfection. His stomach is rock hard, his pec muscles the perfect symmetry between muscular and athletic, and there’s no denying the golden ratio of his shoulders to his waist.
He is pure perfection.
I gasp when my prolonged gawk causes a droplet of pre-cum to drip off his cock and land on the floor.
“Such a waste.”
One mumbled comment and Matvei’s control snaps. He lunges for me. Our bodies collide so brutally, my lungs are as breathless as the sliver of air he leaves between us when he catches me in his outstretched hand before pinning me to the floor with his big, imposing body.
My back arches over the glossy wooden floor when he buries his head between my legs and tongues my pussy. He spears it deep inside me, tasting me as eagerly as I did him before he circles his lips around my clit and gently sucks on it.
I come undone in an instant, my resolve to be left unsatisfied nonexistent with this man.
“Another.”
Rough and impatient, he bites at my clit with his teeth before soothing the sting with tongue-fueled kisses. He makes love to my pussy with his mouth, his speed and finesse unyielding until I’m writhing beneath him while begging him to stop.
“Can’t. I need you to be wet enough to take all of me. I want every inch of my cock swallowed by your greedy cunt.”
When his tongue flicks at my clit again, the familiar tension low in my abdomen builds all over again. Every muscle in my body pulls taut as an overwhelming urge to let go overrides my senses.
Mindful I’m close, Matvei gives me a final big push toward the finish line. He stuffs two fingers inside me, groaning when they don’t face an ounce of resistance.
One rub of his fingertip against my G-spot sets me off. I shudder as my eyes roll into the back of my head, but before I can fully announce his brilliance, Matvei crowds over me and drives home with one fierce thrust.
The burn of being stretched wide to accommodate his fat cock hurts, but the sensation of being so wholly filled soon overtakes the snap of pain.
As I beg to be taken hard and fast, I match the thrusts of his hips pump for pump, gasping and panting while dragging my nails down his sweaty back.
Matvei drives into me without relent, his balls hot and pounding against my ass. He fucks with the power he exudes every second of the day. A persistent, rhythmic embrace that ensures I’ll remember being taken by him long after his marks and adrenaline have faded.
I bite back a cuss word when he takes me deeper. He grips the floorboards with his toes and weaves his fingers through my hair to give him leverage. He pulls me onto him over and over again while thrusting his hips upward, spiraling my mind until there’s nothing but a goopy mess left behind.
“Oh, god.”
“Yes, Natalya,” Matvei growls out between big pumps. “I am your god.” His hips grind into mine, prodding and demanding as he stares down at me and says, “Say it. Scream it for the world to hear. I”—thrust—“am”—thrust—“your”—thrust—“god.”
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust!
Pleasure rips through me as he fucks me to hysteria. I’m screaming, blinded by lust, and clawing at his back hard enough to maim, yet his hips never stop their pounds.
He takes everything I’m willing to give and perhaps a little more.
He pounds into me until I call him a god, and then I give in to the storm about to wipe out the entire country and the many bordering it.