Free Ford: The Dudnik Circle Book 1 by Esther E. Schmidt Page A

Again… dammit. I want him again and he’s still inside me. How is that even possible?
    With everything that has happened between us? Our history, our connection. Fuck that shit. There’s no way around how my body feels about Ford. I could ignore it all and focus on the past, but I’d be lying to myself.
    “I thought you didn’t want to come within seconds. You need to practice some more. Maybe set a timer next time so you can stretch it out to a few minutes.” I manage to keep my voice even and slip in an offended scoff.
    The hard slap against my bare ass brings a sting of pain and makes me clamp down on his cock. Feeling him twitch inside me, he starts to harden again. Just as the burn from the slap starts to flame up, he smacks my ass again. My pussy repeats the action and so does his hand. It doesn’t take long before I've lost count; my mind isn't focused and my body is craving the next burn.
    Only it doesn’t come. Instead, his hand curls around my hip, his fingers branding my skin. The hand that was wrapped around my shoulder slides up my neck and into my hair. Fisting it, he tugs my head back. Leaning forward, he takes my lips in a demanding kiss while he keeps pounding hard and fast inside me.
    Pulling his head back, he brushes his goatee along my cheek. His lips stop right next to my ear. His grunts and hot breath ignites the first sparks of my orgasm. I hear myself beg, “Please, Grigory… I need…”
    Oh, God. I’m actually begging. His long, thick cock is filling me up, and with each stroke he shifts slightly… as if he’s searching… chasing…
    “I know, Angel Moy . Let go… I’ve got you now…” He shifts his hips again, “Right… there…”
    Racing heat. From a grain of sand to a fucking mountain. My whole body shakes as pleasure washes over me. I have no sense of anything except for euphoria. As I slowly come down, I feel his cum shoot deep inside me. His grunts are muffled against my shoulder when he bites down hard. Struggling for my next breath, I fall right back into the pleasure only he can give me.
    The rough sound of our panting bounces off the walls. His frustrated groan breaks the moment. “Why are we at this fucking meeting and not at home?”
    “Hmmmhmmm.” That’s it… that’s all I can manage right now.
    His chuckle leaves a trail of goosebumps on my skin. “We might want to leave early since I plan on taking you at least three more times before morning.”
    So cocky; let’s see if I can bring his ego down a nudge. “With the lightning speed you blow your load, we’ll only need five minutes. Two of those would be to give you time in between to catch your breath… so I think we’re good.”
    His hand circles my neck and tightens, making my breath hitch. “Careful now, Angel. Your mouth is taunting my cock and I’m not done with your cunt right now.”
    There’s a knock on the door. “Ford. You in there?”
    Ford curses in Russian underneath his breath. He pulls out and I whimper at the loss and emptiness. “Hush, I’ll be back deep inside you before the night is over. I thought we just made that very clear. Maybe not which side of you, but still… Deep. Inside.”
    He smacks my ass and then slides my dress down. My hands are free within a few seconds and Ford strolls across the room. He picks up the knife I had tied to my leg and steals it. He looks back one more time while he’s trying… and failing drastically… to smooth out the wrinkles in his tie. When he reaches the door, he flips the lock and opens it.
    Yegor and Afon step into the room. They both look at each other and shake their head.
    Yegor speaks up. “Let’s step into the fucking hall because I’m getting horny just from the smell in this room.” He steps around Afon while he murmurs, “Dammit I’m going to need some action tonight.”
    Afon follows him and so does Ford. With no other choice I make my way to the door until I have to stop and press my legs together. Dammit. Cum is