Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
My message back is simple. I already found her.
The Past, January
Our First Month Together
Seeing my little submissive on her knees is a sight that would unnerve most men. Kiersten’s plump lips stretch as she wraps them around my cock, slowly pushing herself down further.
“That’s it,” I tell her, humming in pleasure as she pushes further. “Take it all the way.”
When she’d told me that she’d never deepthroated a cock before, I knew it was one of the first lessons I wanted to teach her.
She’s pushed herself, and as her nose gets closer and closer to the base of my cock, I can see her face flush with arousal and an eagerness for more.
Her cheeks hollow, and my toes curl as the tip of my cock presses at the back of her throat and then downward.
“Pull back,” I command in a groan, and she does, taking a deep, gasping breath as she pulls off, spit tumbling from her lip as I take her chin in my hand and lift her eyes to look at me. “You’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir,” she says breathily. “All of it,” she adds with a neediness I fucking love.
“Good,” I reply, kissing her deeply before pulling back.
“And what do you think should be your reward?” I push a stray strand of hair back as she bobs on my cock, sucking and letting the tip pop out. Fuck, I feel that tingle up my spine. She’s damn good at what she does and a fast learner.
She bites her lip, and I know what she wants. We’ve already fucked once this morning, and I know she wants more. We’ve only been together a few short weeks, but I know without a doubt that she loves sex, loves trying new things in bed. And I fucking love testing her limits.
I’ve never known someone with such an insatiable appetite for sex.
“Tell me, my little whore,” I warn her softly, giving her a pet name for the first time. I have to smirk as she blushes and tries to hide her smile. She’s so much more relaxed than she was at first. We’ve fallen into a rhythm and I fucking love it. “Never hide the truth from me. It’s one way to immediately get punished.”
“I know, Sir,” she answers and clears her throat. “I want to look into your eyes as you fuck me in the bed, Sir.”
I smile, stroking her cheek. “Is that all?”
“And I want to kiss you, Sir. As we fuck.”
It takes everything in me to hold my composure. She’s a greedy girl. But romance . . . she knows that’s off the table.
“You want me to make love to you?” I ask her, very much uncomfortable. She’s asking a dangerous thing. What she wants isn’t just sex or fucking.
She shakes her head slightly. “It doesn’t have to be that.”
Doesn’t have to be, but that’s what she wants. Hesitation pricks its way through me.
“How about at the very end of the night, I bring you to bed and I fuck you that way? Hmm?” I offer, knowing damn well that I plan to use her up all day today. I have no other plans other than to fuck every hole she has. “Would you like that? If I take you to bed that way?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I lean back on the sofa, spreading my legs and allowing her to get back to the task at hand.
She doesn’t hesitate. She swallows my cock again. In seconds, I’m groaning in pleasure as she hollows her cheeks around my shaft. “You love my dick, don’t you?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she hums, the vibrations adding to my pleasure. She pushes further, swallowing, and with one stroke, she swallows my cock down her throat until her lips have fully wrapped around the base of my cock, my dick buried in her throat. She swallows, massaging my tip with her throat muscles, and I throw my head back.
I can’t get enough of this woman. “I could see you enjoying getting fucked right now while you suck me off.”
Kiersten pulls back, my dick popping out of her mouth as well. “Sir?”
I read it in her eyes and the way she pants, her chest rising and falling. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Sucking me while getting fucked?”
“I . . . I’ve fantasized about that,” she admits. “I didn’t want to tell you.”
I nearly laugh at her thought of not telling me. I’m her Dom. It’s my pleasure to see that hers is met.
“You thought I’d be angry, didn’t you?” I ask, stopping her before she can go back to my cock by gripping her chin in my hand.
Her gaze struggles to stay on mine before she nods.
“Tell me.”
“Yes Sir, I thought you’d be . . . upset or angry at the thought of another man involved.”