Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Mila’s eyes fell shut as he licked at her slit. Then he was rolling the tip of his tongue around her clit before expertly pumping it inside her. The friction built and built as she moaned, shook, and bucked. And then she exploded. He didn’t stop. He drove her hard and fast toward another orgasm . . . and then he stopped before she could come, the asshole.
Aching to be in her, Dominic stood upright, gripped her thighs, and angled her hips toward his cock. “Nothing better than fucking you while your taste is in my mouth.” Forcing the head of his dick past swollen muscles, Dominic slowly sank inside her. “Love watching your pussy stretch for me. There’s always that little bit of resistance for just a few seconds, but then I’m in you. And you always take every inch. I wonder how much of my cock your mouth can take.”
She gave him an imperious look. “You’ll just have to keep wondering.”
“Oh, I’ll have that mouth, Mila.” Dominic slowly and smoothly pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside her pussy, grinding his teeth at how fucking hot and slick she was. Just as slowly and smoothly, he buried himself balls-deep. Dominic groaned. “So fucking tight.” Resisting the urge to pound into her, he gave her yet another slow thrust. And another. And another.
Mila tried arching into his thrusts, surprised by his leisurely pace. Dominic was usually aggressive. Forceful. Unrelenting. She wasn’t sure she liked the change, because it was a hell of a lot easier to think of it as just sex when it was earthy and raw.
Fisting the sheets, she shoved her hips at him, hinting for him to pick up the pace. He didn’t. She teasingly squeezed his cock tight with her inner muscles. Again, he ignored the silent demand, letting out a throaty little snarl that made her pussy contract around him. She did not know what it was about that fucking sound, but it totally did it for her.
Never a quitter, she clamped her pussy down on him again. Still, though, the awkward bastard kept up that agonizingly slow pace.
Digging his fingertips into her thighs, he lifted a brow. “What is it, Mila?”
“Move faster,” she ordered. “Harder.”
He slowly dragged his cock out of her pussy, leaving only the head inside. “You want it rough?”
“Yes,” she bit out.
“Why?” He lazily thrust back inside her. “So you can pretend this is just fucking? It’s not, Mila.” He shuffled her up the bed as he knelt on the mattress. “You know it’s not.” Again, he pulled his hips back. “Don’t you?”
“Well—”
Sluggishly sinking back into her pussy, Dominic curled over her and flexed his hips, stabbing his cock so deep that her lips parted and agonized pleasure flashed across her face. “Feel how deep I am. I’m going to come while I’m this deep. Gonna make sure every inch of your pussy feels me and knows it’s mine.”
Mila’s heart jumped. “Yours? Look, GQ, you said yourself that no one’s made you feel possessive before. That’s all this is. The emotion’s so new that you don’t yet know—”
“No more of us pretending this is just fun,” he said, ignoring her. “No more of me leaving in the middle of the night. No more of you talking about going to Russia. We’re going to let this thing between us play out. We’re going to see where it takes us.”
“The arranged mating—”
“Won’t happen.” He swiveled his hips, wrenching a little gasp out of her. “The only reason the idea of it attracts you is that it’s not much different from a business deal. There doesn’t have to be feelings involved. He’ll take you as you are just so he can have the alliance—you’re okay with that because, no matter what you like to think, you don’t feel you can give everything you are to someone. Not yet. But the whole fuckup with Joel left you with a void, and you’re desperate to fill it.”
Mila wished she could argue with that, wished he was wrong, but she was terribly afraid that he wasn’t. “What if you’re right, and I can’t put my all into this? What if you can’t?”
“Neither of us are going to find it easy to be totally open. Maybe that will make this harder. On the other hand, maybe it will make it easier since we’ll both be able to relate to what difficulties the other is having. We’ll soon find out. Like I said, we’ll see where this takes us.”
“And what if it takes us somewhere good?” she asked, her voice cracking. “What if imprinting starts? Are you going to get scared of that? Are you going to run?”
“I’m not afraid of commitment, baby. If this takes us somewhere good, all the better.”
“What about your true mate? If I say yes and we later imprint on each other, I’ll be robbing you of something special—a life with your true mate.”