Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Closing my eyes, I tip my head back because if I keep looking at her, I won’t be able to stop myself. I’m gonna grab her, throw her on the ground and fuck her until she screams my name. I can’t do that to her. I can’t fuck her like I used to… like I really want to.
I feel her move, and my whole body is tingling, anticipating her touch. Her wet, hot tongue presses against the underside of my dick, and she licks upward slowly. My balls tighten, and when her lips wrap around the mushroom head, I almost come undone.
Groaning in half pleasure, half pain, I concentrate on not moving, leaving my muscles aching and stiff.
Aspen pushes her head down, taking as much of my length as she can. She gags a little when the tip of my cock bumps against the back of her throat, but she keeps going, bobbing her head up and down while sucking me into her mouth.
It feels like heaven. Everything about her feels so right, so perfect. I can already feel my orgasm building when she suddenly pulls away, leaving me yearning for her touch.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” She huffs.
I blink my eyes open and gaze directly into hers. “You’re in control, Aspen. Take your time. You don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel comfortable.”
“No, I don’t mean it like that. I want to do this, but I want you to take control. I want you to treat me like you used to… when it comes to sex, I mean,” she quickly adds.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” She doesn't know what she is asking for.
“Please, Quinton. I trust you, and I know you won’t hurt me.”
“I hurt you before.”
“Not like this. Even at your worst, you never took it too far… and you always took care of me after.”
Once again, I am reminded of how special Aspen is, how strong she is. Even after everything I’ve done to her, after all the things she had to endure, she still somehow finds it in her to trust me.
“If it gets too much, I want you to tap my leg.”
“I will.”
Still, a voice in my head tells me to treat her gently. She only thinks she wants this. Once I get into it and take her the way every fiber of my being drives me to do, she’ll panic. I’ll stop immediately without question, but the damage will already have been done. And I’ll have to carry the memory of the hurt in her eyes for the rest of my life.
There’s no denying the ache in my balls. I need satisfaction, and I need it now, or blue balls are on the menu tonight. And there she is, on her knees, looking up at me. Trusting me. Wanting me to use her. What did I do to deserve this woman in my life?
I stroke her hair for a moment before allowing my hand to tighten. “Open your mouth,” I mutter, holding my shaft in the other hand. “Wide.”
She parts her lips, her breath quickening. It’s too much. I can’t fight it. I need to lose myself in her.
I sink in deep, surrounded by wet warmth. Her tongue slides along the underside of my shaft, and I groan as blissful sensations radiate from that point outward. “That’s right. Nice and deep. Take all of it.” Instead of letting her decide how much she can accept, I force my way deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gags but holds on.
I slowly pull back, watching my spit-slick cock slide out, then back in. It’s almost hypnotic, transfixing me. Aspen places her hands on my thighs for support. I meet her eyes and lift my brow. She responds with a sweep of her tongue around my head. Fuck me.
“Relax your throat,” I warn, and now I take her head in both hands. My heart’s already hammering, and instinct has me hanging on by a thread. I want to take. To use. To empty myself in her. But she’s Aspen. My Aspen.
My Aspen who wants this. I have to give her what she wants, too. If this is her way of proving to herself she’s brave, who am I to stand in the way of that?
I hold this thought in my mind as I take another deep thrust, holding her head in place. She grunts but doesn’t tap me. I grit my teeth and try again, making sure she can handle it. Her eyes meet mine, and there’s something in them like reassurance.
The first hard thrust makes her grunt again. “Just hold on,” I whisper, my hips moving in a smooth rhythm. So fucking wet. “Suck it.”
Her lips tighten, her tongue’s pressure increases, and stars explode behind my eyelids.