Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Releasing my fingers, I push them into my mouth and suck them dry, loving the way his dark gaze grows more intense. “Again,” he orders.
Not one to disappoint, I lower my hand once again, this time pushing my fingers inside so damn slow, he groans in agony. Pumping my fingers in and out, I grind down against the heel of my palm, my clit finally getting some relief before pulling my fingers back out again with the sweetest torture.
His eyes flame, pooling with hunger, and I suck in a breath as he makes his way toward me. He reaches the platform and pushes his pants down over his hips. “I hope you like it rough, Angel,” he rumbles, just as he frees his thick erection. My gaze sails down his body, and I suck in a gasp as I take him in.
He’s huge, thick, and girthy, with angry veins leading right to his tip. There’s no way I’ll be able to close my fingers around him. This is a two-hand job.
Good God, just thinking about the way he will stretch me has me quivering.
Fuck.
“Take me in your mouth, Angel.”
Say no more.
Adjusting myself on his bed, I lower on my knees, keeping them spread wide. A giddy thrill sails through my veins, desperate to please him, and I lick my lips, more than ready to see how he tastes.
He steps up to the edge, right in front of me, and that giddy excitement quickly morphs into nerves. What if I can’t fuck him the way he likes? What if I’m not enough for him?
“Open wide,” he orders, reaching around me and knotting his hand into my hair, gripping hard, and taking complete control of my movements.
My heart races erratically in my ears. His thick cock is right there in all its glory, fucking gorgeous and waiting for me to do as he’s asked. All I have to do is open wide and he’ll be pushing inside, fucking my mouth. But I hesitate, not knowing where he draws the line. “Can I touch you?” I ask, not wanting to fuck this up.
His gaze narrows, really considering my question before nodding. “Yes, you may touch me,” he says. “Now don’t make me wait.”
Yes, Sir.
Reaching up, I curl my hand around his thick base, and just as expected, I can’t close my fingers around him. My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips as my fist slowly pumps up and down. While everything screams at me to open wide and take him hard and fast, I want to enjoy him first, not knowing when I might get the chance to play again.
My thumb rolls over the bead of moisture on his tip, circling it before making a show of sucking my thumb into my mouth. He’s salty and delicious, just as I knew he would be.
Needing so much more, I grip him again before leaning in and trailing my tongue up his thick cock, right to the tip. I circle his head with my tongue, tasting more of him before the hunger really hits me, and I finally close my mouth around him.
I take him right to the back of my throat, his low groan doing wicked things to me as I soak through my thong, desperate to feel him stretching me wide. He lets me do my thing, my fist tightening around the base of his cock as I take him even deeper. Needing to feel him, I lift my other hand and curl it around the back of his strong thigh. His body tightens at my touch, but I keep working his cock, letting my tongue roll over his tip before feeling him finally start to relax.
My hand trails up the back of his thigh to his defined ass as my pussy all but screams for attention. Not wanting to cross any lines, I keep moving, sailing up his strong back before bringing my hand around to his chest. My nails dig in and drag over the tight ridges of his abs and then lower, past his cock. I take his balls in my hand, firmly massaging them in my palm as I feel him right in the back of my throat.
My captor growls his approval, and the way I almost come on his bed is so fucked up. I love it.
His hand tightens in my hair, and having enough of my games, he holds me still before thrusting into my mouth. He slams into the back of my throat, and I nearly choke on his delicious cock. I moan for more, and he does it again, not shying away from his warning of liking it rough.
He fucks my mouth hard as my grip tightens around the base of his cock, working up and down with his movements. My hand clenches harder around his balls, feeling the way they tighten within my grasp. He’s close, and fucking hell, I want to be a greedy whore for him. I need him to come. I need it all.