Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I realize what when he says, “I won’t stop this time. But I need you in a bed. My fucking bed. I need you in my fucking bed.”
His statement is lost on me when he pulls under the awning of a five-star hotel a couple of minutes later. He zips us past the valet rushing to serve him before whizzing us into the underground garage.
I assume he’s sneaking me in via the service entrance, but I am proven wrong when he murmurs, “Troy has worked with us for years, but I’d still kill him if he saw you like that.”
He licks his lips while lowering his eyes from my damp thighs to my panties, which are now huddled around my strappy heels.
Just the way he looks at me drives me wild with desire. I’m hot all over and incapable of holding back the urge for a moment longer.
I toss off my belt, scuttle to my knees, then lock lips with Matvei.
The masculine taste of his mouth arouses me further.
Hiding how wet he makes me is impossible when I squeeze my thighs together. I’m drenched, my senses as saturated as my pussy.
“I love the way you taste.”
Matvei growls over my kiss-stung lips before proving I’m not the only one blinded by need. His maneuver to remove me from my seat and settle me on his lap is awkward, more like a construction crane than a child being lifted from a car seat, but it shows the passion rising through him.
“I’m dying to see your tits,” he admits after pushing his chair back from the steering wheel so I’ll have no trouble slotting in front of him. “Show them to me.” When I check my surroundings, he assures me, “No one will see you.” My insides clench when he adds, “And if they accidentally do, they won’t live long enough to tell anyone what they saw.”
“Even Troy?”
His hitched smile matches the desire roaring through me. “Even Troy.”
As I unbutton my shirt to unlatch the front fasteners of my bra, I become acutely aware of the ridges of Matvei’s cock. I pull down the cups of my bra, too impatient to fiddle with the finicky hooks, and grind down on the bulge that hasn’t deflated the slightest during the ten minutes of our commute.
The friction is mind-numbing, and Matvei’s sexy rasp adds to the fireworks forming low in my stomach. “I’ll give you that one for free.” He peers at me, his eyes dark with desire. “You’ll have to pay for the rest.”
The insanity of his protectiveness is forgotten. His claims of ownership are not as bothersome. Nothing but the thrill of my subsequent chase is on my mind.
“All week I smelled you on my fingers and over my hand, but I had no idea how you taste.” He cups my breast in his hand, his hold firmer than the most supportive bra. “Now I’ll know both.”
His skillful fingers pucker my nipples until they’re sharp and strained before he bobs his head and swivels his tongue around them.
“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs over them soon after.
My nipples harden more as my pleasure surges higher and higher.
Watching how unraveled he can make me by doing something as simple as toying with my breasts is equally fascinating and scary.
I often accuse men of being duds, but in reality, none have lit my senses the way Matvei did when I spotted him in the alleyway. It was easier to fake an orgasm and go home to finish the job alone than announce I needed more than they could give me.
They didn’t need to be a god in the bedroom, but slicing their selfishness by a smidge would have been a drastic improvement.
Any man I’ve been with has only cared about himself.
Matvei seems more concerned about my needs than his own.
His control is mesmerizing, but not in an aloof manner that makes me worried he’s not enjoying this as much as I am.
If his cock knocks at his zipper much longer, he’ll have a nasty imprint.
This knowledge sees me slipping my hand between us to offer him some relief after I grind against his shaft a handful of times.
His length is so impressive I could use both hands to pump him, and portions would still miss out.
In response to my playful grind-up, Matvei’s cock throbs, but in true defense of his bossy nature, he doesn’t let my tease linger for long.
“Take it out.” His voice is the same gravelly tone he used in Spanks last week, but I'm too lax from ecstasy to fear it like I did back then.
This doesn't mean I'll jump on command, though. “Not here.”
His glare softens when I curl my fingers around his impressive girth, squeezing him ever so slightly.
“You want me in a bed, remember? Your bed.”
“Yeah, I do.” I throw my head back and grunt when he grips my ass firm enough to mark before forcefully rocking me against his crotch. A tremor runs through me when the rim of his cock hits my clit with each grind, the spasm more intense than any thrill I’ve been given when fully seated. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t have you here as well.” I need to practice schooling my emotions. Matvei grins at my shocked expression before attempting to relieve it. “Never been taken more than once in a night?” In an instant, his expression switches from humored to frustrated. “Don’t answer that. I’ve got enough men on my list. I don’t need to add dweebs incapable of pleasing their women.”