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)
“Natalya.” My name leaves his throat in a husky groan when the glossy droplet on the end of his cock gets the better of me. I swipe my thumb over the crest of his cock, moaning when its removal is quickly chased by another.
Forever impatient and aware we will soon run out of time, Matvei shoves my skirt up with so much feverish impatience he adds to the split in the fabric, drags my thong to the side, then positions the head of his cock at the opening of my pussy.
“Natalya,” he moans again as he thrusts into me without warning, fully sheathing himself inside me.
We breathe as one until the bite of pain shifts to pleasure, and then he begins to thrust. Pain or not, my body relishes being claimed by him. It is searingly intense but beautiful at the same time. He knows how to make my body respond to the meekest bit of attention, but his effort to show me the time of my life never slackens.
He fucks me for my pleasure as much as his own.
My pussy spasms around him, my body once again hungry for release, but my clit aches for his touch. There’s something about his hands on me that toys can’t replicate. I need him as much as I need my next breath.
Like magic, Matvei answers my silent plea only a second later. As the cock ring massages my clit, his thumb rubs at the hood, doubling its throbs before he adds a flick to his hips to ensure my G-spot is endowed with the same level of attention.
As he rubs at my clit, a soft cry escapes me. I’m burning up all over, my body unable to combat the desire surging through me. It swallows me whole, utterly depleting my energy, but I can’t get enough.
“I’ll never get enough.”
I realize I said my last comment out loud when Matvei replies, “I’ll make sure you never want anything more.” He catches my lower lip between his teeth before giving it a playful bite. “I’ll give you the world.”
“You already are,” I murmur as the diamonds in my bracelet glisten in the high-hanging sun.
“More. I want to give you more.”
A tremor runs through me when he tilts his hips so the vibrator on his cock ring makes contact with my clit. He’s deeper now. Almost fully seated, and although the snip of pain from taking him like this waters my eyes, it is a tenderly delicious pain that has me desperate to come up with a way to defy him so he has to spank me.
“I don’t need anything.”
That is the God-honest truth, but it’s obvious from how Matvei glares at me through lowered eyelids that he doesn’t believe it. Lust is sparking through his eyes and dotting his forehead with sweat, but he looks ready to spank me as my deviant head dreamed of only moments ago.
“I’m happy how I am. You make me happy.”
That settles the groove between his brows but doesn’t end his campaign. “You should have more. You shouldn’t need to hide.”
His cock flexes inside me when I murmur, “Hiding gave me you.”
“No,” he denies, his hips still thrusting. “Hiding stole you from me.” He scoots forward until almost every inch of his delicious cock is inside me. “And I won’t let it happen again.” He adjusts my position until I can slide onto him without the pain of an odd angle. “It won’t be easy, but I’ll find a way for neither of us to hide.” My body quivers when he returns his thumb to my clit and locks his eyes with mine. “But first, I need you to make me come.”
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
And it is for the next hour.
29
NATALYA
Millie:
It’s fine. I promise. Saka is pretty cool when you get to know him.
As Matvei speaks with a man outside a large wrought iron gate, I reply to Millie’s message that I will be late returning from lunch. I only get an hour, but Matvei’s quickies last longer than that.
Luckily, we’re not as far out of town as I believed. My head was too clouded by lust to notice the driver was circling a lot of isolated backstreets.
My focus was on one thing only.
Making Matvei come.
Me:
Thank you so much! I owe you a dozen margaritas.
Matvei shakes hands with a man in a fancy suit and heads back to our car as Millie’s reply pops up.
Millie:
And your little black book. From what I’m hearing, you don’t need it anymore.
Although my loved-up head did get slightly out of control during our romp, I’m still confused. How does she know I get a little emotional during sex?
Me:
I’ve got to go, but we will discuss the possibility of a loan if you’re proven worthy of its powers.
Her thumbs-up emoji only just lands in my message box before I slide my phone back into my purse and greet Matvei with a smile.