Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Don’t do that here,” Roman warns.
I just keep stroking myself, slowly but firmly, holding eye contact and watching him get angry.
“I need to get off.”
He glances toward the entrance. “You’re doing that in a place where guys walk through all the time.”
“So fuck ‘em,” I say with a shrug. “They can watch.”
I lean one hand up on the wall next to me while I keep the other pumping. It’s really helping to have Roman watching me, and even though he keeps glancing around now to check for other people, his eyes always land back on my cock.
“Go faster,” he says.
I purposely slow down my strokes. His eyes flare a little wider and he says a Russian curse under his breath, suddenly taking off and looping around the shower stall.
He steps around to stare directly into my shower stall, towering over my body. His cock is soaking wet and completely hard, too, bouncing in front of him with his footsteps.
“Oh my God,” I mutter as I look at it.
He wastes no time. He closes the distance between us and turns my body around in his arms, so that I’m facing toward the wall and he’s surrounding me from behind.
He envelops me like that, covering my back, his cock pressed up against it as he roughly loops an arm over to my front.
His hand pushes my hand away.
I feel his fingers close around my dick and squeeze me firmly, and when I moan out loud at the sudden contact, he brings the other hand to clamp down over my mouth.
“Come when I say,” he utters in a low voice, right behind my ear. “Don’t draw it out just to fuck with me.”
“Mmh,” I moan against his palm, and he tightens the clasp he has on my mouth.
I look lower to see his tattooed arm pushed over my body and my cock throbs in his hand. His palm is so much bigger than mine, and rougher, too, and the sensation of it on my dick is so fucking good it should be illegal.
His cock mashes up against my lower back as he moves in sure strokes, and he starts to jut his hips forward in rhythm with his strokes. I feel the heavy slap of his sack every time it hits the cleft of my ass and I purposely push back, wanting to make damn sure he feels it, too.
His hand slides a little lower on my mouth and for a moment, I steal the opportunity to speak.
“You think you’re so much better than me at everything,” I utter, “even touching my own cock?”
“Yes,” he growls, leaning over to bite down on the top of my ear.
“Fuck,” I say too loudly, my cock pulsing in his hand.
He shoves his fingertips past my lips this time to shut me up, and suddenly my mouth is stuffed with four of his fingers, sliding over my tongue.
I’m absolutely surrounded by him.
His body, around me like a broad, warm blanket, his fist stroking me, and now part of him is inside me, too.
Fucking fuck.
God, it’s too fucking good—
I moan deeply around his fingers as my body tenses up and I know I can’t stop it now.
I start to come suddenly, all at once, before I could even see it coming. It crashes over me like a goddamn tidal wave and he holds me firmly through it, pumping my cock as I come over and over, streaking up onto the tile wall and spilling out over his fingers.
My whole body goes slack in his arms.
I came so hard I can’t even remember how to pretend to fight this.
I can’t fight it.
How good he makes me feel… how good his body feels touching mine like this.
A stray hot tear finally breaks off from my eye, and I’ve never been more glad to have the spray of the shower take it away. I’m not sad. Not even close. I just feel so much, and the rush of pleasure after I came was the most relief I’ve felt in days.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and I feel something close to drunk in my haze.
I turn quickly, before he can shove me away, and I face him directly, looking up at his goddamn beautiful fucking eyes.
And I lean over and kiss the skin at the center of his chest.
I suck slow, wet kisses over all of him, getting anything I can before he inevitably pulls away.
I lean my body up against his as I kiss his breastbone, and lower on his stomach, and move up to slide my tongue over one nipple, and then the other, biting down and making him groan.
I can’t stop.
And vaguely, somewhere in my mind, I register that he isn’t stopping me, either. It’s a green light. I have to keep going, because I’m suddenly filled with raw need that I have to meet.