Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I’m panting and red-faced by the time the head of his cock returns to the opening of my pussy, and I’m almost certain I’ve never felt as hot as I do now.
“Breathe, baby girl,” Yev demands as his thumb on the hand lining his dick up with my opening swipes past my still-throbbing clit. “Let me in. I promise I’ll make it feel good. You’ll be clawing at my back in no time, begging me to take you harder and faster with every moan you release.”
As my lungs expand to fit in a heap of fresh air, Yev’s hips lurch upward, and he enters me with one quick thrust.
“F… far out.” I struggle to swear even when I really need to. “I forgot how damn big you are.”
In an instant, his smile lessens the pain tearing through me. It is cocky and so on par with the man I fought my attraction to for years before eventually giving in. “It’s because you’re so fucking tight. You’d swear no one has touched you here in the past six months.”
His eyes dance between mine when I mutter, “They haven’t.”
“Polly…”
I don’t know what he sees on my face, but it has him thrusting into me hard and fast until my moans switch from breathless whimpers to frantic shouts.
Within minutes, a kaleidoscope of colors reforms in front of my eyes, and my thighs shake.
Another orgasm is imminent. And it is going to be blinding.
“Fuck yes, baby girl. Give it to me.”
He sinks his cock in deep, moaning with me when he bottoms out at my uterus. It should hurt taking him so deep. I’m stretched beyond my limits in both girth and length, but it feels amazing. I am steamrolling toward another release, and Yev appears only a few steps behind me.
“Take me harder. Please. Make me come again.”
When my demand reaches Yev’s ears, he grunts before giving me the works. He pumps his hips in rhythm to the frantic beat of my heart, flexing his cock with each thrust while also filling my ears with a heap of dirty words.
The sensation demanding every nerve I own is mind-hazing. His husky words and the brutal slap of our bodies slick my skin with sweat and make my insides a sticky, gooey mess. I’m hot all over, trembling, aching, and so turned on the feeling of being wholly claimed almost overwhelms me.
I beg him to stop, to slow the grind of his hips, but Yev knows it is a ploy.
As he stares me dead set in the eyes, he plows into me in rapid succession, taking more than I knew I could give while also giving me more than I’ve ever wanted.
I act icy and standoffish because I think a cool demeanor will protect me.
Yev is the only one who’s ever broken through my bluff.
He thawed me by teaching me that it is okay to want more than gentle, slow-paced lovemaking, and I shouldn’t be ashamed to admit my desires. We’re not born to act a certain way. Every person is different, and so are our needs.
“Yes,” I breathe out with a grunt when Yev’s pumps grow so frantic his balls slap my ass. “Harder. Take me. Make me yours.”
He takes me hard against the wall like he did the first time I gave in to the tension forever bristling between us.
He makes me his—again.
As a deep grunt of pleasure rumbles up my chest, I once again give in to the tingles darting through every inch of my body.
I climax like I never have, and Yev follows quickly behind me.
As his cock throbs through a brutal release, he continues driving into me, over and over again, uncaring that the paintings on the walls are tilting on their axis as well as he spirals my mind. He fucks me without remorse, his fingers digging into my backside firm enough to mark.
After stretching my orgasm from one to two, he surrenders to the silent screams of his muscles. With one of his hands on my backside and the other buried in my hair to stop my head from smacking into the wall during his breast-jiggling pumps, he balances his sweaty forehead on mine before slowly fluttering his eyes back open.
Eye contact is huge for me. It is one of my biggest requirements, but I only get half a second to relish the wish to live re-sparking in Yev’s hooded gaze before I realize we’re not alone.
7
POLINA
“Polina.” The stomps of a heavy-footed man boom up the stairwell as Yev withdraws from my still-clenching pussy and takes a step back. His jeans are huddled around his ankles, and his thick cock is covered with evidence of our exchange, yet he looks sickened when Vasily adds, “Our grind-up on the entryway table put my head in such a tizzy, I’d forget it if it weren’t attached.”