Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Perhaps a distraction?”
I was about to ask what he meant, when I felt his hands at my hips, and the sound of tearing filled the space. “Really? You couldn’t just ask me to lift my hips?”
Lifting one shoulder, he slid his hand up and down my thigh. “It would take time, and I didn’t want to wait.”
He was impossible.
“It would take all of ten seconds, Taras. That’s hardly a long time.”
“So,” he murmured, his hand going higher up my thigh on the next pass so that his thumb skimmed gently across the apex of my thighs. “When are you going to marry me?”
The words were so unexpected that I blinked a couple of times while they sank in. “What?”
“I see I’ve shocked you, baby,” he smirked, then his face sobered. “Penelope Hamilton, will you please marry me? I promise I’ll protect you and love you for the rest of your life, as well as our sons and any other children that we’re blessed with.”
“You want to… to marry me?” I choked out, still not understanding what he was saying. “Like as in marriage?”
“Yes, like as in marriage, Nell. I want to have a thousand people there to see me watching you come down the aisle in a big white dress. Then I want to declare my love for you in front of them, with my ring on your finger.”
“Will you wear one?”
“It would be my honor,” he replied solemnly. “So, will you?”
Even though we had the boys, I’d never given any thought to where our relationship would go and what its progression would be, so this was a shock.
“Taras,” I licked my lips nervously. “I don’t need a big ceremony with a thousand people there. I’d be happy with going to Vegas and having a small one with just our immediate family.”
Rather than agree to it like I’d thought he would, he pursed his lips. “I need the big ceremony, though, malysh. I want everyone to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours, too.”
“What about if we had a smaller one at the Club?”
“A smaller one at the Club?” he repeated, looking off to the side. “It seems I’m going to have to persuade you, then.”
I was about to tell him it wasn’t necessary, when he pulled me down to him and straddled me with his hands holding mine on either side of my body.
“Let me know when you’re ready to give in, dorogoy.”
Not giving me a chance to reply, his head lowered until his mouth was between my breasts, and then drew a line with his tongue between them. Then, shifting higher up my chest on his knees, he lowered his cock over my mouth.
“Lick.”
Flicking my tongue out, I touched the tip to its head.
“You know better than that, malysh.”
Opening my mouth, I let my lips glide over the top of it, then did a circle with my tongue, making sure to keep the pressure constant.
“Perhaps it would help you come to a decision if I joined in.”
He turned so that he was facing my feet, and gently pushed the head of his penis back into my mouth. I’d never done this with him in this position, and the lack of control over how deep he’d go was a worry.
One that flew out of the window the next second, when he firmly ran his tongue down the center of my pussy.
I couldn’t maneuver much, but I did as best I could by lifting my head to take as much of his length into my mouth, sucking hard as I withdrew from it.
Taras focused on me throughout it all, and helped me when I wrapped my arms around his hips, slowly lowering his pelvis down, so he was the one moving it in and out of my mouth now, controlling our movements and the depth of it.
I lost him when he pushed two fingers inside me, dropping my head back as an “Ah!” burst out of me at the sensation.
Knowing precisely what he was doing, given that he knew my body better than I did now, he angled his wrist so that he could rub against the spot inside me that drove me out of my mind.
“Taras,” I gasped, my hips moving as I tried to give him some stimulation by using my hand instead of my mouth on him.
“Tell me you’ll marry me, Nell,” he growled, increasing the pressure of his fingers.
When I was just about to come but hadn’t given him the answer he wanted, he stopped.
“What? Why did you stop?”
With a firm glide of his tongue around my clit, followed by a gentle suck on it that drove me out of my mind even more, he mumbled, “I want an answer.”
The man was stubborn and determined, and I knew if I didn’t answer him soon, he’d keep up the torture just so that I didn’t hold back again.