Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Luckily Andy hadn’t made a mess in the living room and I knew that I’d had my own room clean. I led Michael straight to the bedroom.
Michael looked confused. It was actually adorable. “I thought we were having dessert,” he said, speaking slowly and suspicion beginning to enter his face.
I pouted at him. “Of course you are.” I reached up and pulled my t-shirt off. “I’m the dessert.”
Michael gave me a look half of amusement, half of arousal. “You’re a little minx, you know that, Miss Lake?”
“Ooh, using my last name. Am I in trouble, Mr. Madison?”
Michael growled and walked over to me as I yanked down my jeans, stepping out of them and grabbing onto him for balance. “Keep that up and you just might earn yourself a spanking.”
“You say that like I’d be upset.” I replied, sliding my hands up his chest as Michael yanked me into him. I could feel him getting hard against my hip and a thrill shot through me. I didn’t think I would ever stop being thrilled that he was so turned on by me, that I got him to be like this.
Michael laughed, his hands sliding down to my ass, one of them lightly spanking me. I jumped, heat shooting through me, pooling between my legs. He chuckled.
“You’re a menace,” I told him.
“Says the woman who just told me she was the dessert and then got naked. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I reached down between us, grabbing his cock through his pants, rolling it on my palm. “Oh, a little bit,” I replied, grinning as I felt his breath hitch.
You know what? There was something I had been dying to do that I hadn’t done quite yet. And Michael had been so generous to me the other night…
I sank down to my knees and started undoing his pants.
Michael inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening as he watched me. “Stevie…”
“Shhh.” I shoved his pants down and drew out his cock.
I had touched it, and gotten glimpses of it, but not right in front of me like this. Not when I could take my time admiring it, seeing the full girth and length of it. It was hard, and thick, and my mouth watered. I wanted that inside of my mouth.
I looked up at Michael, who was staring at me like I’d taken all the breath out of him. I winked.
Then I started nuzzling his cock.
I wanted to swallow it down right away, to see how far I could take it in my mouth before I choked—but I wanted to tease Michael the way that he’d teased me the other day. I wanted to give him a blowjob that was so good, he never wanted to be with anyone else, ever. I wanted him to be addicted to me.
Just like I was addicted to him.
I lapped delicately at the head, like I was sampling a dessert. Michael’s hips hitched, like he was seeking my mouth, trying to get me to take in more of him, but I played it coy. I just kept licking up and down his cock, tasting him, getting him nice and wet, seeing what made him swear quietly under his breath, what made his hips jerk, what made him tug at my hair.
“You can tug all you want,” I whispered. I could feel that Michael was holding back a little, that he was worried about hurting me. His grip on my hair was tentative, like he wanted to go for more but wasn’t sure if he should.
The moment I told him that, he slid his fingers into my hair properly and got a good handful. I moaned in approval, and then finally took him—just the head of his cock—in my mouth as a reward.
Michael tugged sharply on my hair and I moaned again, growing even wetter at the sensation. It felt so dirty, so naughty, and I loved it.
Now that I’d started to get him into my mouth, I couldn’t stop. It was like the best candy, forbidden candy, and I wanted to see how far I could go. I licked along stripe up the underside, then swirled my tongue around the head right before I sank down onto his cock.
I had to go slowly, both to tease him and to draw out his pleasure, and because I had never done this before. I had done plenty of research, read online articles, that kind of thing—I’d even practiced on my dildo a few times—but there was no substitute for the real deal.
Michael groaned, long and low, and when I glanced up at him through my lashes I saw that he looked absolutely wrecked. I felt a surge of triumph and I got back to work, drawing my mouth up and down, taking in more and more of him until he hit the back of my throat.