Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
She hesitates for only a moment more before reciting, “First shoes, next bag, last tablet time.”
“Ochen' khoroshiy!”
“Oh chin ka roach key!” Bella repeats to herself at the same time she spins on her heels to complete her tasks. “Oh chin ka roach key!”
Gotta admit.
Hearing her speak Russian does melt my heart.
And knowing my woman’s dedication to have her, as much as me, connected to that side of myself melts my fucking soul.
I used to think the big Bench Boss in the Sky hated me, but nowadays?
Nowadays, I can see, I just didn’t understand the playbook I was following, the one that has literally led me to have everything I’ve ever wanted.
An amazing relationship with my daughter.
An improving relationship with both of my parents.
An admirable one with my team.
And a heavenly one with the curvaceous creature who is seductively wiggling her ass in the air for the taking.
Yeah.
She’s definitely been worth the wait.
Abandoning my boxer briefs in the bathroom is done enroute back to my Slayer whose pussy – despite my momentary absence – is still clearly dripping wet. Seeing the slick trail skirting the backside of her thick thighs unleashes the primitive side of me I try to keep restrained, specifically for moments on the ice.
Like when you’re giving my rookie shit for simply being that good at what he does or coming after my A because he’s the fucking stud that always keeps us from being shutout.
Stats don’t lie.
The only games that ended with us sporting a goose egg were the ones he wasn’t in.
Dropping to my knees directly behind her is followed by mercilessly thrusting inside. White-hot wetness instantly captures my cock, callously choking it inch by inch as it cuts off my dick’s ability to feel anything else. Sharp hisses of approval hit the air at the same time I yank her frame upward.
Pin both appendages behind her back with one of mine.
Use the palm of my other to press firmly against her clit knowing how quickly she comes when I literally fuck her into my hand.
“Watch me, Slayer,” I command, lips pressed just below her ear. “Watch me fuck the woman who slayed me.”
Soft whimpers are accompanied by additional stickiness smothering my shaft.
One hard hammer forward is given in tandem to the next demand. “Watch me fuck the woman who wears my number.”
Joeski’s head lulls backwards in bliss yet the rest of her frame folds forward, anxious for more pressure.
Brushes.
Teasing.
Another harsh slamming of my hips forces her to face the mirror again. “Watch me fuck the woman who loves me.” This time hearing her breath hitch sends my stare to meet hers. “That I love.” Seeing her jaw become unhinged in what I assume is shock from hearing me say it the first time simply encourages my lower half to thrust again. Reiterate the truth physically and verbally. “YA tebya lyublyu.” Her inability to get air into her lungs causes my cock to swell. Rapaciously pump. “Da…Slayer…” Jerking slightly faster has her sensitive spot continuously colliding with my firm hold. “I said it in Russian.” I skate my teeth along Joeski’s elongated neck while watching her shamelessly buck back into my bounces, searching for the speed she not only wants but needs to come undone. “You want me to say it in English too?”
“Yes,” my girlfriend pants, rocking growing more and more fierce. “Yes…” The bobbing of her head begins to match that of her full tits. “Fuck,” she whines, entire frame trembling in my possession, “yes…” Joeski throws her head backwards to rest on my shoulder and screws her bright brown eyes shut. “Say it in English for me, Forty-Two.”
There’s no stopping my balls from clenching upward in excitement over hearing her purr my fucking number. “I love you, Joeski.” Studying the new shivers taking over her body convinces me to transition my stroking to one that’s more sluggish in spite of her whining for the opposite. “You’re it for me.” Dragging my cock to the very edge of her pussy to then slowly carve another path to the hilt has her head whipping and wobbling. Her torso trembling and teetering. Her pussy squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until my dick has no choice but to surrender to its deliciously tenacious demands. “The only one who lights my fucking lamp, baby…”
Blistering surges burn my name…my number…my fucking reason for existing in her deepest, darkest depths and instantly fuse with the orgasmic eruptions permeating from her pussy as she breathlessly proclaims, “I love you too, Ig.”
Fuck, I was pretty sure she did, but actually hearing the shit?
That would’ve definitely made me come had I not already.
Our mouths drift together to allow our tongues the chance to taste one another while stealing a few more moments too steep in our shared satisfaction.
Post the two of us swiftly changing, we hustle around to make up for the extra time spent boning. Thankfully, getting our girl’s hair up into a high bun and crown can be done while I load and warm up the SUV, shaving off a few minutes to our possible tardiness.