Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
C’mon, girl. A closed mouth doesn’t get fed, er, won’t feed him. “Ahem, you just have to . . .”
“Tell me how to please you, Little One.” His lips descend onto my neck, sucking and nipping, causing my breathing to hollow.
“Just put your lips . . .” My thoughts waver.
“Lux, teach me how to suck your pussy to orgasm.” I strangle a whimper when Victor’s mouth no longer drags over my agonizing flesh. His body is heavy over mine, although he’s reaching behind me, clasping my hands. “Since you’re avid at self-advocacy.”
“What?” I whisper in confusion.
“We’re discussing your mouth.” Silk caresses over the pulse at the inside of my palm. I glance over, and he’s binding my wrists with a tie.
“You may not tug or physically prompt me. You must; however,” Victor’s lips drop against mine for a brief chaste kiss, “tell me how to fuck your pussy with my mouth.”
I squirm against the tight bind. “Vic.”
He kneels, looking up at me through wildly erotic eyes aflame with fire. His thumb traces the juices at my creased entrance.
God. He’s teaching me, creating a woman as he suggests, “Shall I tongue fuck you? Or graze my teeth over your tiny clit. I have permitted you to give an order. Do it, or the consequences will be dire.”
“Yesss.” I gasp at any fragment of a thought. Victor’s mouth blows over my furious, trembling skin, and in this moment, I evolve.
Roots of confidence.
An elegant stem.
A couple of devout thorns.
Petals of beauty.
My sudden realization that I’m beautiful causes the air to sizzle with electricity. In this precise second, Victor knows it too. Voice husky, I command, “Lick my clit, delicately at first.”
“As you wish.” A smile fit for a king ascends on Victor’s attractive face.
I wrench wildly at the silk tie, panting at the intensity of his leisurely lapping. Torn by agony, I jerk my shoulders, attempting to free myself while feeding my sex to him.
“Fuck, I can’t . . . I can’t . . .” I just need to touch him.
Lips wetted, jaw clenched, Victor’s glower arrests my movements. “You will not succeed at releasing yourself, Little One. Continue.”
One last wrench leaves my wrists screaming, and irate nipples peaked. I gasp. “Stiff tongue me, Vic!”
I’ve succeeded at matching Victor’s usual verbal aggression. A gleam of approval strikes his gaze. His hands frame my pussy, and his tone goes gruff with lust. “You are so fucking tight. If I hadn’t dived into your exquisite cunt, I wouldn’t imagine my tongue could fit, let alone my cock.”
Just the sound of his British voice, those dirty fucking words can get me off. But a second before I break, Victor’s tongue dives into my delicately folded parts. He traces each one while his nose nudges my clit. I’m striving for oxygen. Victor’s deep groans excite me to stroke my clit with one hand while the other squeezes my breast.
But my hands are tethered. I resist. Growl and groan in defeat.
His chuckle dances over my aching folds. Victor licks me with swift, ferocious strokes, his tongue ratcheting my sensitive nerves. He tongues me until a shuddering orgasm rips through me. I haven’t learned my lesson. I’m fighting the ties. Although, the pain successfully counteracts the earthquake honeying my walls.
Folded in two, I grunt. Victor stands.
“If you’ve one mark on your wrists,” he threatens, clutching the hair at the nape of my head to gather my waning attention. “I will brand your arse with my belt.”
A woman possessed; insolence laces my retort. “I will—”
A mouth destroys my defenses and saves me from the consequences too. I taste the sweet cream off his mouth before his lips attack my pussy again. Victor sucks my clit furiously.
“Oh, my gawd, oh my gawd! Your fingers. Now, Victor!” My voice is a mere decibel from shattering the windows as I realize I hadn’t begged for proper penetration.
Relentless, Victor plows two fingers into my drenched channel and ruthlessly sucks my clit. Air catches in the back of my throat as a current of pleasure washes over me. Switching it up, Victor stuffs his tongue inside me in a slow, thrusting motion. At the moment I detonate, he slams his tongue inside my dripping valley. As I come down from my orgasm, he continues with a decadent taste.
The slurping ends. Victor rises to his full height and unzips his pants. I’m off the ledge, planted on my knees. Before my brain comprehends, beautiful creamy torrents of hot cum squirt all over my lips. My shoulders jut back, restrained, and his ejaculation flows perfectly over my breasts and throat. Victor finishes stroking his monster cock. He massages the glossy globs of cum over the slope of my neck. “Close your eyes, Luxury, remember this moment.”
Eyes drifting shut, I relax into the hand framing my face. I’ve never felt so free in my life as I do at this moment while his semen coats the contour of my cheek. His tone of voice strokes an elicit cord in my soul. “You will wear my cum proudly for dinner, Little One. Always remember this. Always remember me.”