Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Although parts of my comments are role-play, they’re the exact words that ran through my head when I followed her to Europe the month she left me. I had every intention of dragging her home, kicking and screaming. The only reason I didn’t was because a bratva war had erupted, and she was safer in Italy than with me.
I was meant to bring her back when things settled down, but by then, I was too late. She was with Tommaso.
“This fucking pussy belongs to no one but me.” I slam into her so furiously the bangs of my rocks will have several floors below us checking their peepholes for unwanted visitors. “It was made for me. Crafted for me. It is fucking mine.” My hand drops from her hair to curl around her throat. “Say it, драгоценный.” I tighten my grip when the stubbornness in her eyes remains strong before repeating, “Say it.”
My cock throbs through a brutal release when Ana murmurs huskily, “Make me.”
With cum still rocketing out of my dick, I pull out of her clenching pussy, walk her to the dining table, clear away the dishware she left there the day our world imploded, then plonk her ass at the king’s end of the table.
“You wanna beg, Ana? I can make you beg.”
When her thighs tremor from my gasping breaths hitting her slit, I up the ante of making her scream by tugging off her shorts, flipping her over, dragging her back, then burying my head between her ass cheeks.
“Ohh…”
She tries to hold back her pleasure, to make out I’m the only one steamrolling toward another release, but the instant I rub the cum dripping out of her onto her clit then stuff two fingers inside her, she’s lost to the sensation burning her alive.
“Oh. Oh. Ohh…”
“Louder.” I stab my tongue into her puckered hole while slapping and gripping her ass so firmly, my teeth imprints won’t be the only part of me she’ll be wearing the next week.
The initial pain of me stretching her passes as she inches closer to an orgasmic wave. She is still tight as fuck and sucking at my fingers like she wishes they were my cock, but her juices are loosening her up, opening her to me.
As I eat her ass, I force her hips into a swaying movement with the hand not filling her greedy cunt. The changeup has her moans bouncing off the walls and her thighs shuddering. She is on the brink of release, but not a single fucking plea is leaving her lips.
“Beg me!”
I circle my tongue around her anus for the hundredth time before yanking back to slap her ass with enough force for her to whimper.
When I push my thumb against her ass, the pressure brings out the moans I’m seeking.
“Pl-please.”
I push down firm enough to invade the tight circle but not penetrate it before asking, “What was that?”
She remains quiet.
Stubborn fucking girl.
Confident I’ve got what is needed to have her begging, I remove my fingers from her clenching cunt, then replace them with my dick. I slam in without remorse, and like the prick she wants me to be, I don’t wait for her to acclimate to my girth. I yank straight back out before forcefully ramming back in.
“Yesss,” Ana hisses on a moan, her hips rocking to match mine, which forces more of my thumb into her tight ass. “Fuck me, Alek. Please.”
My growl sounds like a warning, an alarm telling her how fucking close I am to losing control. I can be a cruel fucker in the bedroom but only because I know she can take it.
“Look at you. Two holes already filled but still greedy and seeking more.”
Once I’ve positioned her so I can enter her without hindrance, I free her hip from my grasp and then twist it around her glossy locks. When I tug her back with force, arching her back until it displays a perfect U, her whimpering moan doubles the tingles racing through my balls.
“You want more, don’t you, драгоценный?”
“Yes.” She swallows like her mouth isn’t as drenched as her cunt before muttering, “Please. More.”
I steal some of the wetness drenching her throat by switching the focus of my hand from her hair to her neck. While continuing to thrust in and out of her, I grip her throat firm enough to limit her breaths but not end them entirely.
When her lips turn a fascinating shade of blue, I loosen my grip before lifting my index and middle finger to her mouth. “Open up. I want every fucking hole you own consumed by me.”
With my dick in her pussy, my thumb in her ass, and my fingers in her mouth, I’ve got all my bases covered.
“I told you this table is the fucking perfect height.”
Our position should be odd, but since I stand several inches taller than Anastasia, not to mention our differences in width, I face no issues demanding the attention of every inch of her body. I tower over her, and since my dick isn’t short, even with only a little over half being stuffed inside her, I’m sure it is still more inches than she got in Italy.