Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Her mouth clamps shut, and her hands push against my thighs, but I’m not backing away now. I reason that doing this after a couple of lines of blow and some alcohol isn’t the same thing as lacing her drink and stripping her naked while she’s unconscious. She may not be in her right mind, but neither am I.
“Suck,” I repeat, drawing in my own harsh breath when her lips turn up in a sinister smile. The devious look on her face is enough to make me pause, but only briefly. “Bite me and I’ll slit your fucking throat.”
I twist the tip of my knife into the flesh near her collarbone, not enough to draw blood, but enough for her to heed my warning.
“I’m waiting.” I move my hips, my cock pulsing hard when my pre-cum coats her lips.
I’ve got her by the hair, threatening her with my knife, and yet as she looks up at me, wide green eyes shining, and opens her mouth as if this entire situation was of her own making and I’m giving her exactly what she wants. We both know she’s the one in complete power. She dominates me from her fucking knees with one simple suck.
I jolt, hips pulling me from her mouth with the power of her initial contact. Her cheeks blaze, tongue sneaking out to lick my taste from her lips.
“You’re not going to top me from down there, beautiful.”
My knife clatters to the floor, forgotten in an instant as both of my hands reach for her. I twist my fingers into her hair at her temples and pull her forward. Her gasp of surprise is silenced with my cock as I shove it in hard and deep. The muscles in her throat squeeze my head, and it takes all of my power not unleash on her. I have no rhythm, no steady pace. It’s one more thing she’s stolen from me. Years of experience and hundreds of mouths previously wrapped around my cock no longer matter. I’m brand new, once again that thirteen-year-old boy fucking a club whore for the first time, only that chick no longer exists either.
It’s as if, until this very moment, my dick has never had human contact before. I’m starved for her, for the intensity of her actions and the way she makes my heart race with the simplest of touches.
The sound of her gagging doesn’t slow me down. It only serves as the new song we’re dancing to, my breaths rushing out to form the chorus of our erotic song.
Something changes. I can feel the electrical current in the room shift at the same time her fingers stop digging into the front of my thighs and she shifts them to clasp my legs from the back. She’s no longer pushing me away. Now, she’s clinging to me, pulling me in deeper.
Avoiding the sight of her swallowing me whole is the only thing keeping me from exploding down her throat, so I keep my eyes tilted to the ceiling until the burn in my nuts is so bad with the need for release that it can no longer be ignored.
“Jesus fuck,” I grunt when I give in and lower my head to observe her servicing me.
Head tilted back, throat taking everything I have to offer, she’s the most immaculate thing I’ve ever seen. Unpainted lips wide and encircling my cock, I watch as tears flow freely from the corners of her eyes as I stab into her over and over. Her chin is drenched with spit, and all of that is amazing, but it’s the hollows of her cheeks as she legitimately participates in my brutality that sends me over the edge. For a half of a second, I’m indecisive, unable to choose between pulling out and marking her face with my cum, or blowing down her throat.
The warmth of her mouth and the hand sneaking up my thigh to grip my sack make the decision for me. I punch deep and unload, my cock jerking erratically against her tongue. I blow so fucking deep in her throat she doesn’t even have to swallow when my oversensitive cock falls from her lips.
Chapter 19
Kaci
TJ is smiling down at me, and the softness on his face and in his bright blue eyes is almost enough to make me forget about the pain in my knees and the urge to grin back at him, but then his hand reaches down and softly cups my cheek.
“Don’t,” he warns when I jerk my head away so fast I end up sprawled on my ass.
Shame washes over me. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy his pleasure. I wasn’t supposed to soak my panties the second he shoved me to my knees and commanded me to open my mouth. I had no right to be on the verge of coming when he threatened me with that fucking knife. Remembering the weapon, my eyes dart to my left, spotting the shining blade lying by my hip.