Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Sadly, cowgirl style is a bit out of the realm of possibility with this cast, though I’m healing and hardly need crutches anymore. Still, I can awkwardly hold my leg at an angle and appreciate him, submissive for the flash of a second beneath me.
With a gentle nudge, he arranges my leg so that it’s comfortable. Ooh. I like. My fingers splay across the expanse of his warm, bare chest, heat warming my palms as I trace the hard planes of muscle. His chest rises and falls in a steady beat beneath my hands, his thick cock at my slick entrance. His body pulses with restrained power.
“I like this view,” he says in a husky whisper, his voice rough and sexy, the way his eyes rove over my body a testament to sincerity. He does like this view. He likes what he sees. My smaller, pale body is in such sharp contrast to his it’s almost comical.
“Will our babies look like you? It’s a crapshoot. I do think your genes are more… dominant,” I say with a wink.
I bend and brush my lips to his. For the first time, the thought of having his children doesn’t scare me. It seems… natural. He’s already the father figure of the Kopolov family. The patriarch. I’ve already assumed the role of big sister-mother. Having children now seems only natural.
“I would love it if our children looked like you,” he says earnestly, reaching forward to grasp my hips tightly in his strong, powerful hands. I don’t wear much of anything to bed, so he easily finds my bare entrance.
My breathing hitches. “Would you, now?”
“Of course,” he says, his own breath catching at the first thrust. I’m so full; my head falls back, his hot cock throbbing in my center. He glides almost fully out before sliding in me again with a brutal, delicious thrust. My eyes flutter closed as bliss floods me. “A chance to remind me of you? Yes. Every day. A reminder of my beautiful wife? I’d like nothing better.” His gaze bores into mine with such fire and possession, my heart turns over in my chest. “Ty—moya, navsyegda, Nikto i nikogda ne smo-zhet otnyat tebya u menya.”
You are mine forever. No one can ever take you away from me.
Another thrust sends pleasure coursing down my spine. I love riding him, the feeling of connection. Power. I love the feel of his hands anchored on my hips as I grind against him, fuller than ever before, damn near fused to my husband.
“Come here,” he says, his hand sliding the length of my back to pull me closer. I bend toward him, and his mouth finds my breast, capturing a nipple between his teeth. I gasp when he laves my nipples one at a time, a touch of teeth and wet heat pushing me to the brink of climax, pulling me closer to the edge of control.
“Turn around,” he says, pulling out of me. “I’ll help you. Face forward. I need to taste you. I want you to come on my mouth before I take you completely.”
I whine a little in protest because maybe I’m a bit spoiled and needy, and I wish I could sit on his face and have him in me at the same time, but Rafail doesn’t suffer disobedience. When I don’t immediately comply, his gaze darkens.
“Are you disobeying me, my little swan?” he asks, his gaze on me, half daring me to defy him, to give him a chance to punish me. He lives for this.
Fuck it, so do I.
“Maybe,” I say with a pout and a whisper. Eager to hear what he’ll do about that but scared to outright defy him. Rafail can be terrifying.
“On my face,” he says with a low growl, his fingers on my side branding me. “You’re in trouble already. Here’s your one chance to be a good girl.”
Oh god.
I can’t exactly rush to obey with my clumsy cast, but with practiced ease, he arranges me in front of him. His thick cock in front of me, I bend and drag my tongue along the veined length. Wet heat floods me at the sound of his moan just before his hand, as thick and heavy as a paddle, slams against my ass.
I hiss in a breath, but that doesn’t stop him. He spanks my ass again and again, punishing, sharp smacks before he spreads my legs wide and buries his face in my pussy. I’m still panting from the brief but painful spanking before that first stroke of his tongue on my clit.
He pulls off long enough to whisper hotly against my thigh, “I want to eat you out, then fuck you hard. You put your mouth anywhere near me, I’ll fucking come in your mouth, and I want to own your pussy this morning.”