Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Keira sucked Dmitri’s cock like her life depended on it. Easier to focus on the feel of his thick length in her mouth and throat than to try to unpack her feelings about his allowing her to call him Dima. Dima. The name didn’t fit… and yet it did. Dmitri was cold and distant, the man she’d known up until moving in with him. Dima was… something else altogether. Dima was the quiet pain on his face when he caught her about to drink on the floor of her bathroom. Dima was the man who sat across the table from her and told her about his lonely childhood. Dima was his fingers in her hair and his face tense as he watched her give him the blow job of a lifetime.
She might not know how she felt about Dmitri, but she liked Dima a whole hell of a lot.
Focus on the here and now. Deal with the rest later.
Right now was about enjoying the feel and taste of him and very carefully not thinking too hard about anything else. She sucked harder, taking him deeper. More. I need more.
“Keira. Moya koroleva. I’m close.”
She knew. She could tell by the way his cock swelled against her tongue and his fingers tightened in her hair as if trying to maintain control. She released him, slow and steady, and the way relief warred with need would have made her laugh under different circumstances. “Dima.” Oh yes, she liked the way his name felt on her tongue.
“Da?”
He expected her to demand her orgasm before they had sex. She could tell from the hungry way his gaze fell to her breasts and then lower. He had wanted her for dessert, after all.
Too damn bad.
She gave his cock a slow stroke with her fist. “I want you to fuck my mouth. Come for me.”
His gray eyes widened and then closed for a breath. “You will be the death of me.”
“But what a way to go.” She grinned because she knew she had him. He wanted her pleasure, but he enjoyed the hell out of what she was doing to him, and there was something just downright dirty about her demand that he had to love as much as she did. “Up, Dima.”
She scooted back a few inches and tugged on his cock. His brows slanted down. “You can’t simply use my name to get whatever you want whenever you want it.”
“Can’t I?” Another tug and he pushed to his feet, his fingers still tangled in her hair. Looking up Dmitri’s body while she was on her knees had her pussy tightening in anticipation. Tonight wouldn’t end when he came the first time. From the forbidding expression on his face, he had all sorts of payback planned for her, and she couldn’t wait to experience it.
Keira held his gaze as she took his cock back into her mouth, sucking him deep. She silently challenged him to do exactly what she’d demanded, and he cursed long and hard in Russian. Or at least she thought it was a curse. It sure as hell had the right tone for it. Abruptly, his grip tightened on her hair, forcing her still.
And then he began fucking her mouth. Shallow thrusts as first, as if testing her commitment to this. Keira practically purred and relaxed completely, taking everything he gave her, never looking away. He cursed again, this time in English, and his strokes picked up tempo. Dmitri stared down at her, his expression tight and almost pained, but there was something like wonder in his eyes.
“I’m close,” he gritted out.
She ran her hands down his hips to his thighs and dug her nails in a little, a silent permission to do exactly what they both wanted. If her damn dress wasn’t in the way, she would have fingered herself to the vision of his lips parted and eyes slid closed as if he couldn’t hold it together for a second longer. He orgasmed, her name on his lips, and she swallowed him down.
Dmitri’s grip loosened on her, but she kept sucking him, luxuriating in the feeling of his small shudders and the way his thighs shook beneath her hands.
“You will put me in an early grave.” But he said it almost fondly as he hauled her up his body and kissed her soundly. “You are a gift.”
“Or a curse, depending on who you ask.” Instead of coming out snarky like she intended, her words were breathy. Needy.
He kissed her again, all teeth and tongue and desire. “I have one modification I’d like to make to this dress.”
How the hell was he thinking about the dress at a time like this? She was so wet, she was pretty sure it drenched her inner thighs, and if she didn’t get his hands or mouth on her, Keira might be the one expiring on the spot. She shoved his shirt off his shoulders. “Sure. Whatever you want.”