You Don’t Know Me Read online Georgia Le Carre (Russian Don #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Crime, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Russian Don Series by Georgia Le Carre
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
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I get on my knees and sink down on the toy’s frilly pink lips. I lick it and, for the first time, taste my own juices. On my knees and sucking a toy pussy smeared with my own juices, I hear him draw in a sharp breath. In my peripheral view I see him take his trousers off. I want to see his cock, but he moves to the back of me. I slurp at the lips greedily, and exactly as he had done to me, I dip my tongue into the soft opening.

Behind me I hear the sound of a condom wrapper being hurriedly torn open and my whole body becomes electrified. Every atom alert and waiting for his touch. First those large, rough hands wrap around my hips, then, his cock head starts to penetrate me. I am dripping wet, but it is enormous and I cry out with pain as it spreads me open and forces itself into me. I feel him stretch me wider and wider as the hard pillar goes deeper inside me. As I start to adjust to the thick cock inside me, the sensation of fullness is wonderful.

This is what my sex was made for.

‘Spread your legs wider,’ he instructs, his voice thick with lust.

I obey.

‘Wider still and push your ass up,’ he commands.

With my pussy speared with his cock, I can’t help the feeling of being helpless and vulnerable. My entire body prepares itself to get the fucking of its life. I whimper as the nub between my legs begins to throb like a heart. I know then that I want him to start moving so bad it feels as if I will break into a thousand pieces if he does not.

He begins by rolling his hips, slowly, deliberately, before picking up speed, bumping into me as far as he can go and feeling so big inside me. The thrusts becoming more savage, building and building to an almost unbearable speed. Mercilessly he fucks me as fast as he can while my hips rise up to meet his thrusts. Until every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release.

‘Play with yourself,’ he growls.

I use my fingers and frantically frig at my clit and almost instantly I feel a monster orgasm coming my way.

‘Stick your tongue into that pussy while my big cock fucks you,’ he orders, and suddenly I’m riding an enormous wave. He must have been holding back and waiting for me because he roars and explodes together with me.

My climax begins at my core. It blasts through my body like a firebomb and ends at my fingertips and toes. The power of it turns my cry soundless and makes me physically shake. I didn’t know where I ended and he began anymore. We were one, one never-ending earth-shattering climax.

Every time I think I have reached the edge, this must be it, there cannot be more, Noah carries on jackhammering the entire length of his cock deep into my body, and it begins all over again, the next climax slamming into me like a brick wall. Until my brain feels fried, my mouth is screaming noiselessly, and my limbs shake and convulse uncontrollably. Nothing I have ever done, not by myself, or with any other guy compares to this mind-blowing sensation.

When it is finally over, my body feels as heavy as lead and I am so completely drained my upper body collapses on the bed. His hands don’t let go of my hips. He keeps us joined while my pussy carries on convulsing and gushing around his cock. Only when all the tremors are gone does he pull out of me.

He falls to the bed, his head appearing next to my eyes. I turn to look at him with awe. ‘Is it always like that with you?’

He shakes his head, his eyes mysterious.

My hand reaches out to touch the masculine lines of his face. ‘You really are so beautiful,’ I whisper.

A ghost of a smile crosses his face. It’s an oddly bleak smile. It makes me want to hold him close to my heart and never let go. To my surprise, my eyes fill with tears. I’m not normally a crybaby.

His eyes narrow. ‘What’s the matter? Did I hurt you?’

I bite my lip to stop the sniffles. ‘No. It’s just the emotion you released, I guess.’

He nods.

‘You don’t say much, do you?’

Six

Noah Abramovich

She is nothing like I’d imagined. In my mind, I deliberately painted her as a spoilt Princess. Rude, uncaring, cold, shallow, carelessly whiling away her time the way the daughters of very rich men do, an army of trailing servants to pick up after her. Even so, I wanted her badly, but now that I have drunk her sweet nectar, I crave her the way a man dying of thirst craves a glass of cool water.


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