Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I wasn’t going to fucking last. Was he trying to suck my soul out of my body? How the fuck was he so goddamn good at this?
“Ivan,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “I’m going to—oh, fuck!” My entire body trembled as a weak spurt of cum spilled onto his waiting tongue. By some sheer force of will, I managed to keep my eyes open to a slit so I could watch him, and when he got that first hit, he looked up at me from beneath his lashes. The look was nothing short of predatory, and it had another weak burst spilling from my cockhead.
I barely had time to bring my brain back online before he was bending me in half just like he promised, my knees damn near touching my chest. When his cock breached me, slick with lube, my mouth opened on a silent cry, and my eyes rolled back in my head. He was so thick. God, it felt like he was splitting me in half, even if I was still nice and stretched from our shower sex.
“Ivan.” My hands scrambled for purchase, needing something to settle me as he ground his hips against my ass and dragged his cock along my prostate. Then, like he knew exactly what I needed, he grabbed my hands, shoved them above my head, then latched one of his hands around them to keep them pinned in place.
“My needy little cockslut just wants to be touched, don’t you, kotik?” he breathed as he slowly dragged his cock out. A breathy little ughn sound escaped my lips as he punched his hips forward, driving back inside of me. “Fuuuuck, make that sound again. The little sounds you make… Christ.”
With every hard thrust inside of me, more of those ughn sounds slipped past my lips. Part of me wanted to close my eyes, to rest as he used me, but another part of me—the bigger part—couldn’t look away from his beautiful face as he fucked me hard and rough, an audible smacking sound echoing in my bedroom as his hips met my ass on each downward thrust.
His brows were furrowed, and those green eyes were blazing as he watched me take everything he was giving me. Pearly white teeth were bared in a snarl as he took what he wanted from me.
“Think you can come again for me?” he panted, sweat beading along his temples. “I need to feel you pulsing around my cock before I fill you up.” When I shook my head, he gripped my chin, digging his fingertips into my cheek. “I think you can, kotik. I think you’ll do whatever it takes to please me. Won’t you? Because you need to be my perfect little cumslut, don’t you? You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”
Fuck, he was right. We both knew it. When I shook my head, he grinned. “That’s my good boy.” Fuck, I’d give him anything when he called me that. “Come on, kotik. Give me what I want. Be my precious boy.”
His words were almost degrading, especially since I was older than him by quite a few years. But there was no denying the way my body tingled at his words. I wanted to please him, to be his good boy, his precious boy. My head was all fuzzy. The only thing on my mind was being everything he wanted me to be.
“I’ll be your good boy,” I whispered.
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re so precious,” he rasped, dropping his hand to my throat. And then, he tightened his grip, cutting off my airflow. I bucked beneath him, my eyes bugging, but he just kept that same tight grip on both my wrists and my neck as he drove into me over and over and over again like he was trying to punish me.
The lack of oxygen to my brain and his cock dragging over my prostate with every downward stroke had me floating on a fucking cloud. My back bowed off the bed, and tears immediately streaked down my cheeks as a pathetic dribble of cum leaked from the tip of my cock once again. I sobbed just as Ivan moaned and released my neck. His hips fell off rhythm, and then, he was pressing his hips firmly to my ass. His cock pulsed inside of me as he came, giving me every drop he could.
All I could do was close my eyes, letting my tears slide down my cheeks. I began to tremble, my ears ringing. A pathetic sob slipped past my lips, and my chest shook with the force of it.
“Kotik. Adrian. Hey, precious. I’m here. It’s okay.” Warm arms enveloped me, and then, I was wrapped up in Ivan. He pressed one hand flat between my shoulder blades, and his other hand cradled the back of my head as he pulled me tight to his chest. My shoulders shook as I fell apart.