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168 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 20, 2020
“Enough with the wine,” Jennifer says, pushing the menu even further out of sight. “You drink enough already. I’ve seen your apartment.”
“It’s not that much,” I say weakly, but I know that it is. I’ve been coping with my workaholic nature by substituting genuine relaxation with an assortment of unhealthy coping mechanisms. Alcohol, caffeine, and the occasional cigarette aren’t doing my health any favors.”
“Jennifer scoffs. “Not only are you a workaholic, but you’re also an alcoholic.”
“I’d hardly call a single shot alcoholism.”
“Every night?”
“Wine doesn’t count.”
“I assure you, it does.”
“Well, I’ll try to take it easy, then,”
“I look up at him from my purse, still fishing for my only chance to make it to the meeting within the grace period. I’ve been late before, and it’s not usually a big deal, but I’m racking up minutes quicker than the empty wine bottles are piling up in my small apartment.”
“I never forget a face, especially not one that looks like it was teleported from a high-security Russian prison that just so happens to double as a modeling agency.”
“No, I will not calm down, Melanie. You’re going home with the Russian beast?”
“I paid the bill,” he says, turning away from the bathroom. “We will leave now...
My car is parked outside,” he says, pointing toward the door. “I will shelter you from the rain.”
“Have you ever had sex in a top floor suite?” I ask, trying to ease into the hotel matter.
She shakes her head. “No, but one time in college, I fucked in the classroom when nobody was there.”
At least she’s adventurous.
“Would you like to have sex in a top floor suite?” I ask.
“Is that where you live?”
“I can get a hotel,” I say. “My house is too far from here.”
“I relax, only to spasm back into incredible tension. Just when I think that I can’t coil any tighter, Yakov begins clicking his tongue directly over my clit, pressing the red launch button and igniting the fuel of my orgasm.”
“He smirks as he pushes the rest of the way, reveling in my gasps and moans as he touches places that have never been touched inside of me. To have spent twenty-seven years untouched deep within my belly and then to have a complete stranger prod my insides as though it were just another regular night is both odd and fantastic.”
“My breasts move like the ocean, slapping together as they roll back and forth over my ribcage. With each coming together, I feel stimulation in my torso, increased arousal that makes my nipples hard.”
“Yakov grabs my hair at the scalp, pulling my head back against the pillow. His expression is deadly, like a praying mantis that has its prey locked in.”
“The rest of the night goes about how I expected it to after such an insane series of orgasms. I fall asleep almost instantly, cum still oozing out of my pussy onto the sheets. Then, I wake up in the night to pee, and Yakov is back up and rock-solid, ready to fuck the night away.”