Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Radimir’s eyes flared with lust. He gave me a wolfish smile, then grabbed me by the waist, twisted and threw me onto the bed. I squeaked in delight, landing on my back with my legs kicking in the air.
He was on me instantly, his knees between my thighs, his hands cupping my cheeks, pressing me down onto the bed with his kiss. His hands went to my spit-wet breasts, his thumbs strumming the nipples as he rolled and squeezed. Ribbons of deep pink pleasure rippled down from my breasts to my groin and my ass started to circle on the bed.
He kept kissing me as he skimmed one hand down my body and then up the inside of my thigh. Two fingers brushed my pussy lips, and I moaned into his mouth. I felt him grin, and the fingers began to rub. He broke the kiss and pulled back a little so that he could watch me. Then he slid two thick fingers into me. I groaned as they stretched me, that needy ache inside me becoming heavier and denser, making me roll my hips and demand more.
Radimir kissed me again, then took my lower lip between his teeth and bit it gently. “You’re soaking wet, Mrs. Aristov.”
My face and neck flushed, the ache got denser, and my chest went fluttery, all at the same time.
“I think,” he mused, his accent turning the words to dark poetry, “I’m going to have to give my new wife plenty of Long. Hard. Fucks—” he pushed his fingers a little deeper with each word and I gasped—” ...to keep her satisfied.” He curled his fingers inside me, and I panted and humped my hips against his hand, unable to help it.
I reached up and grabbed his shoulders: I was practically naked, and he was still fully dressed. “Please,” I panted.
He buried his hand deep in my hair and used it to hold my head in place while he bent down and kissed me deep. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Say it in Russian. Pozhaluysta trakhni menya.”
That was unexpected. But I could hear the lust in his voice, feel it in the way his hand tensed in my hair. And I wanted to please him. All that time learning Russian helped my pronunciation a little but I knew I was probably going to mangle it. “Pozhaluysta trakhni menya,” I tried.
Radimir went wild. He kissed me as if my lips were his only source of oxygen, pressing my head down into the bed while his tongue darted deep. His whole body seemed to go hard, every muscle tense, and he drew his fingers from me and started to tear at his clothes, shucking off his jacket and waistcoat and then loosening his tie. I’d never known him to be so out of control but the knowledge that it was me that had done this to him, with those three little words, sent a warm blush of pride through me. I had my eyes closed, riding the waves of pleasure from the kiss, but I reached up and started blindly popping the buttons of his shirt, working my way down his body as far as I could reach. I heard him strip his shirt off and hurl it away and the next time his chest brushed my breasts, it was naked. Then there was the leather creak of his belt and a rustle of fabric. A couple of heavy thumps that had to be shoes hitting the floor. He was getting naked, fast, and all the time he was still kissing me, kissing me….
He finally broke the kiss and pulled back a little. I opened my eyes to see him naked, positioning himself between my thighs, his cock in his hand. God, I’d forgotten how big he was. And he was rock hard, the head bulbous and thick, the shaft so firm...
He stroked his cock. A clear bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip. “Ready to be made my wife?” he growled, rolling on a condom.
I nodded. I could hear my heartbeat pounding. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want to be made your wife.” And then...I’d never been good at talking dirty, but looking down at my body, seeing the corset and the stockings and the heels...it almost felt like a costume that let me be as filthy as I wanted. And the Russian made it easier, too. “Pozhaluysta trakhni menya...moy muzh,” I said in a rush. Please fuck me...my husband.
His eyes gleamed. He planted one hand next to my head and positioned himself, the head of him just parting my lips. Then he surged forward with his hips.
I grabbed at the sheets with both hands as he spread me, stretched me. That glorious silken slide as he plunged deep inside me, the heat of him filling me, then the nervous flutter of my walls as they adjusted to his size. He pulled back and thrust again, his ass clenching, and pushed deeper. I arched my back: each new millimeter of me he touched set off a fresh burst of silvery, shimmering pleasure. He drew back again, and this time when he thrust, he kept the movement going, flexing his hips to press himself deeper, deeper…