Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
We kiss for several moments, and then, my hand, seemingly of its own accord, reaches toward him, grasps his cock.
He breaks the kiss.
I widen my eyes. “Is that not okay?”
“No, it’s very okay.” He smiles. “It’s just that normally…my sub waits for permission.”
I gasp and release him. “I’m so sorry.”
“No.” He takes my hand, squeezes it, and leads it back to his cock. “I want you to touch me. I crave it.”
“God, so do I.”
This is different for him, then.
Different for both of us. I’m certainly not an experienced sub—perhaps not a sub at all—but I’m willing to learn for him. I’m interested enough, curious enough, that I can do it if it’s what he wants.
But is it what he wants?
We’re both changing, growing, blooming.
In ways I never imagined, and probably in ways he never imagined, either.
I grasp him, savor the warmth of him, my fingers barely meeting around his girth.
Then he rises, slowly, and he moves to the bed, grabs a pillow, and brings it back to me. “For your knees.”
I smile and place the pillow underneath me.
Then his dick bobs against my lips. “Open. Take me in.”
I wrap my lips around his cock head, and I lick the drop of salty liquid that has emerged. Then I move down on his cock, going about half his length, and then edging closer, until he nudges the back of my throat.
I’m able to stifle my gag reflex, and I go farther.
And then I pull back.
He’s lubricated now with my saliva, so I use my fist so I can add pressure and go all the way down his length.
I suck him this way, looking upward to see his gaze.
His eyes are closed, his teeth clenched.
Good.
He’s enjoying it.
So am I. I’m enjoying it because I want to do this for him.
His large cock makes it uncomfortable at times, but that doesn’t matter. This isn’t for my comfort. This is for his pleasure. This is for him.
I increase my speed, and I increase my suction, and—
He pulls away quickly. “God, enough.”
“Enough?”
“I’m close to coming, Frankie. I don’t want to come yet.”
“What if I want you to come? What if I want to swallow for you?”
He sucks in a breath. “Fucking God.”
“What do you want, Hunter? Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it for you. Anything.”
He opens his eyes then, stares down at me, burning his gaze into mine. “I’m not sure you understand what you’re asking for.”
“No, I do understand.” My cheeks are so hot I’m sure they’re scarlet. “I mean, if you ask me for anal sex, I’m not going to give you that. At least not tonight. I’m not ready. But anything else, Hunter. Anything.”
He groans—one of those low, guttural moans that seems to permeate the whole room.
“I do want to come in your mouth, Frankie. I also want to fuck you. I want to make love to you in my bed.”
“So come in my mouth first, and then if you need to wait, you wait. I don’t have any plans to be anywhere else. Do you?”
He groans again.
Then he nudges his cock past my lips. This time I’m on a mission. I want to take him as far as I can, give him the pleasure he seeks.
I swirl my tongue around him, probe his tiny slit, and then I take him far in the back of my throat, again using my fist.
I begin slowly, and then I increase the speed and the friction of the suction, and within another moment—
“God.” He grabs my head, and he pushes himself all the way inside my mouth.
My gag reflex has become nonexistent because I want this. I want this as much as he does.
I want to give him this gift.
Then later… I’ll tell him that I never gave this gift to anyone else. This is the first time I’ve allowed a man to come in my mouth.
He pumps into me, and as his semen flows against my throat, I know this is something more.
Those words I wanted to say before?
They’re true.
The truth of them cracks through me like a thunderbolt.
I’m in love with this man. With Hunter Stone.
I’m his.
And if he wants to mold me into the perfect sub, I will let him.
Chapter Forty
Hunter
I’m floating in a haze—a haze of pleasure and nirvana.
I can’t put words to the feelings—feelings I’ve repressed for so long.
Actually, I can… But I’m not quite ready for that yet.
I do know that I want to get to know this woman better. I want to know everything about her. What makes her heart sing. What makes her cry. Makes her laugh.
Every fucking thing.
I withdraw my cock even though I want to stay inside her mouth forever. A tiny drop of my come drizzles down her chin. She wipes it off with her finger and then sucks the finger into her mouth.