Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“You’re my g-good girl, aren’t you, Lyla?” he practically purrs.
My tongue darts out in anticipation, my body poised for the pleasure that I know only Thomas can give me.
“I’m all yours,” I tell him—not able to deny it even if I wanted to. And I don’t. I’m done hiding. Thomas loves me. I’m going to embrace that and make sure he never regrets giving me his heart. I’m going to prove that not all women are stupid when given a good man…
In response, his hand comes down and slides against the side of my face.
“So, b-beau-ti-ful,” he croons. Something about the way he says the word beautiful makes me feel like it’s not so much a problem with saying it, as if he’s savoring each syllable—as if he’s savoring me.
He lets go of me and I instantly miss his touch. I don’t have time to dwell on it, though, because he starts stroking his cock again and my gaze moves to it—transfixed. Its aching, raw power and beauty combined and it sends me on overload. I can feel the inside of my thighs getting wetter and wetter. I’m starting to worry that I’m going to have an orgasm before Thomas even touches me.
Thomas takes his cock and brings it closer to my mouth. His hand stays on my neck. The pressure of his hold increases until I can’t freely move. If I could, I would totally be licking the evidence of his desire from the head of his cock.
“Such beauty and it’s all m-m-mine,” he says. His words might be soft, but they’re filled with hunger. The tip of his cock slides against my lips. I strain against his hold, unable to move—unable to do anything other than stretch my lips apart, praying he lets me suck him.
Instead, he begins painting his precum all over my lips as if he was using his cock to apply lip gloss. It’s the most erotic thing I could have ever imagined. I sneak my tongue out and take more, unable to stop myself. He pulls back and smirks.
“You greedy for my c-c-cum, S-s-sunflower?”
I’m pretty sure he can tell that by the way I’m trying to lick my own lips. He pulls me up by my neck, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he possesses me completely. There’s no slow going, no easy cajoling to the kiss. He’s attacking me and daring me to fight him—and I love it. He groans as he feels me give in completely to our kiss. It’s so freaking hot the way he loses himself in our kiss and takes me with him.
The kiss seems to go on forever, but honestly ends way before I want it to. I find myself back on my knees again, this time with his cock right in front of my lips. I hold Thomas’s gaze, his eyes dark, inky, and filled with this wildness that makes my skin tingle.
“S-suck me. T-take me in that mouth of yours, baby.” I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, maintaining eye contact as I do. “Such a g-good girl,” he praises. I press a kiss against his balls, they’re pulled tight and so hot they make me moan. Then, I flatten my tongue out and slowly begin licking up his shaft. His precum slides down and I hum as more of it hits my tongue. The taste is musky and sweet as I swallow it down. “Fuck,” he hisses as I pump him and more of his slick, wet juices slide down over my hand, allowing me to glide up and down his thick shaft with torturous ease. I ache to feel him between my legs, buried deep inside of me. I’m enjoying having him in my mouth too much to stop and beg for that, though.
When I make it to the head of his massive cock, I’m amazed all over again at how big he is. He feels so good inside of me and I ache, feeling empty as I give him what we both want. I hum as I descend down, taking Thomas inch by inch into my mouth while teasing his taut flesh with my tongue. I keep my hand tight on his shaft and I’m forced to go slow. He fills my mouth so completely that I have to stretch to get around him.
“That’s my g-g-girl. Swallow that c-c-cock. Show me how mu-mu-much you want me, Lyla.”
I feel his fingers tightening in my hair as he guides me deeper down on his cock. Tears sting my eyes as I work to take more of him. I feel him at the back of my throat. I moan as his hand moves over my breast, squeezing it. When his fingers pinch the swollen peak, my entire body jerks from the pleasure. I give out a muffled cry that comes out garbled around his cock.