Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
When Nick and I had dated, we had intended to take things slow but our chemistry had been undeniable. He was the best lover I’d ever had. I only had a few partners before him so not too many comparisons but I there would never be another like him.
Despite us being previous lovers his erection still took me by surprise. It was quite intimidating and larger than I remembered, but it was pointless to get caught up on size, especially since it was in my face.
Nick remained oddly silent, not moving a muscle which made it slightly easier for me, but not much. As soon as I put my mouth on it, however, his stomach contracted with his sharp intake of breath. I slowly moved my lips along his length taking as much of him in my mouth as possible with my fist wrapped around the base of his cock.
I bobbed my head back and forth, my movements hesitant at first until I finally found my rhythm. I tried to focus on what this was really for and that was what kept me going, but something happened that I didn’t quite expect. Servicing him like this, the big tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat, a pool of warmth gathered in my panties, and an incredible heat spread through my entire body in a rush of unexpected pleasure. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I didn’t like this feeling at all, and I didn’t want to get caught up with this man. Not again. As I tried to pull away, he gripped the sides of my head with each of his hands and thrust his dick so deep in my mouth I gagged.
I placed my hand on his belly to push him away, but his grip on my head tightened making it difficult for me to escape.
“Take it. Take every inch of me,” he growled thrusting his hips forward again.
As his grip tightened on my head, it became apparent that I was no longer sucking his dick so much as he was fucking my mouth. With each shove, his dick slid farther past my gag reflex.
I was no longer fighting him off. I was just trying to breathe. My eyes watered, and saliva dribbled down my chin as he continued to violate my throat. The really fucked up thing about this situation was not the slight fear coursing through me because I didn’t know what he’d do next, or even the degradation. It was the fact that I liked it.
That tingling in my pussy had only intensified, and I hated myself for responding to him to him this way. So I shut my mind down, letting it happen, over and over again.
“That’s it. Take it like the good little cum slut I know you are. You like this, don’t you?”
My humiliation was complete. Or so I thought. Just when I figured this ordeal couldn’t get any worse, he suddenly pulled out, cupped the back of my head and shot his cum all over my face.
Stunned.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even believe this had happened. I briefly registered a faint click, but I couldn’t quite process it because I was still trying to figure why I let this happen, and if I could get away with murdering him.
“You can go clean yourself up in my bathroom through that door.” He pointed to the other side of his office. “When you’re finished, we can talk terms.”
Talk terms? He was insane if he thought I had anything else to say to him. I’m not sure how long I stayed on my knees, but it felt like a very long time until I was able to bring myself to move. I slowly wobbled to my feet and managed to make it to his private restroom on shaky legs.
The sight that greeted me in the mirror was horrifying. The stranger staring back at me with the mussed hair, smeared make up, and splotches of his cum around my mouth looked like a used porn star. My stomach was queasy, and I wanted to throw up in disgust for myself because I didn’t completely hate what I’d done—what he’d done to me to as much as I should have.
I grabbed some paper towels and took my time cleaning my face to delay having to face Nick again. I was certain that he would be gloating, and I didn’t want to endure the expression on his face.
My time in the bathroom didn’t last as long as I would have liked because an aggressive knock on the door brought me out of my pity party of one.
“You’ve been hiding in there long enough.”
He was so lucky I didn’t have any weapons packed in my purse because I would have surely killed him right then. In a small act of defiance, I lingered just a little longer. I refreshed my makeup and smoothed the wrinkles out of my clothes before squaring my shoulders and heading out to his office.