Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“You’re gonna make me come so hard for you, baby,” he groans, his fingers gripping my hair tightly as his other hand reaches down to cup my breast. “It’s just what you deserve, feeling this good.”
His words light me up inside. Pride swells within me. I’ve never done this before, and yet Blake is loving it. The way he’s gripping me like I’m his to use has me feeling so small and precious and overflowing with lust. I just want to give myself over to him. It’s like he’s cast a magic spell on me, and I’ve become completely possessed.
I mutter something in affirmation with my mouth completely full, letting him know I’m ready for whatever he has to give me. This seems to do the trick, and he pushes me down as far as he knows I can go, and then I feel it.
His cock flexes, pulses and expands, and there’s a warm, hot, salty spray that shoots into my mouth, coating my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. It tastes delicious, and I immediately swallow it as quickly as I can, taking it down my throat as fast as he can give it to me.
“Fuck yes,” Blake groans, much more quietly than I know he would like to. He holds his cock unmoving in my mouth as I gulp down his cum, looking up at his gorgeous face, twisted in ecstasy. Eventually, the pulsing slows, and he withdraws his shaft from my mouth. There’s a sucking sound as it slips from my lips, and I let out a little giggle as he grins and reaches out a hand to me.
I take it, and he lifts me to my feet. I don’t know if I’m physically weak or if it’s just something going on in my head, but I collapse right into his arms and lay my head against his chest, smiling as I feel every one of his deep breaths against my cheek.
“We’re so bad,” I whisper with a giggle.
“That’s what makes it fun, right?”
I look up at him, and try as I might, I no longer am able to even remotely picture the man I was expecting to meet when I first showed up here yesterday. The privileged son of a real estate broker is gone, replaced by a fun, caring, sensual man that I want to spend all of my time with.
“Can I ask you something…?” I say slowly. “Maybe this isn’t the time for it, but…”
“Sure,” Blake replies. “Go ahead.”
“Why don’t you work for your dad? At his firm?”
Blake bursts out laughing, not making an effort to be quiet this time. “I would never.” He shakes his head. “Not in a million years.”
His reaction surprises me. “Seriously? Why not?”
“Aside from real estate being boring as all hell?” he asks. “I want to make my own way, not have my entire life’s work handed to me like my dad would like to.”
“So what do you want to do?” I ask.
“Right now, I work as a mechanic, but I want to open my own shop – work on luxury cars.”
If I wasn’t already falling for this guy, I would be now. A spark lights up inside me, and I tighten the hold I have on him.
“Maybe that doesn’t make sense to you–”
“No, it does,” I reply quickly. “Do you have any idea who my biological father is?”
Blake shakes his head. “No. Should I?”
This doesn’t surprise me. Either my mom hasn’t told Carson, or Carson hasn’t told Blake for any number of reasons. Even I’m nervous telling Blake. I’m not sure why. I guess I’m just not sure how he’s going to react.
“Ever heard of Clint Stryker?” I ask him. There’s a pause, like he’s trying to process if I really just said what he thinks I said. Then he slowly nods.
“Clint Stryker the mob boss?”
I nod. “Well, he’s my dad. So I can totally understand not wanting to be tied to your family business.”
Blake replies with several nods of his own. I can’t tell if he’s nervous or not. If he is, he’s doing a good job of hiding it. “I’m surprised he let you and your mom leave, to be honest.”
“Well, he didn’t really,” I reply. “I have to go visit him next week and check in. Let him know how my life is going and all that. It’s pretty annoying, to be honest.”
Blake smiles and wraps me up in a comforting embrace. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll be waiting right here for you when you get back.”
6
Blake
My hands are sore, I’m covered in grease, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to need a new pair of boots after Johnny, that dipshit, dropped an angle grinder on the floor that nearly took off my toe. Instead, it simply ruined the boots that have served me well for the past year and a half without incident.