Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Torment. That’s an interesting word.” She pushed herself up on her elbows and let one leg fall to the floor while the other remained raised and bent against the back of the sofa. Her pussy was still there, bare, dripping, and if my cock had been able to speak to me, it would have been begging for mercy. “So, you’re a sadist?” she asked.
“Now that’s an interesting word.” It was probably apt, though. “I do enjoy making people suffer. Not always like this. But I enjoy being tortured as much as I enjoy torturing.”
“So, do you ever… whips and chains and all that?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Sometimes. There’s very little that I won’t do.” I shrugged. “I enjoy sex. All kinds. And I think we have that in common.”
She looked pointedly to the bottle on the table, then to me. “Where did you get an idea like that?”
I chuckled.
“But,” she went on, “You’ve yet to fuck me. You’ve only gotten me off once. Right now, your grade is in jeopardy.”
“I forgot about the grade.” I stood, taking one of the throw pillows with me. “Come on.”
She slowly got to her feet. “Where are we going?”
“Over here.” I led her across the patio, to a spot where the privacy hedges ended in a gap covered by a metal gate. “These are secondary access to the roof. Maintenance uses them to come and go. You know, I’m not sure what their schedule is? I supposed they could come up here at any moment.”
She tilted her head, puzzled.
“Wouldn’t it be unfortunate if someone came up here and found you—” I dropped the pillow at my feet. “—sucking my cock?”
A smile twitched at the corner of her mouth.
“And I should warn you, if anyone were to look over here from, say, those rooms…” I pointed toward the two clearly visible balconies from our vantage point. “They would see you. There’s no way they wouldn’t.”
Hopefully if they do, they’re not wedding guests. I was taking a big chance that the rooms—stationed at the end of the north wing of the hotel—were too far away for anyone to see us without binoculars.
“Are you trying to scare me?” she asked, dropping to her knees on the pillow. “Because being watched isn’t going to scare me. Being caught isn’t going to scare me. In fact, I hope someone sees us.”
I filed that away for later reference, then reminded myself that this was probably a one-night-only performance.
She took my aching cock in her hand and stroked me a few times, slowly, before bringing her lips to the tip. She wetted her bottom lip, her tongue “accidentally” swiping over the shiny trail of precum. Her hand glided up and she rubbed her thumb over the silky fluid, then brought that thumb to her mouth, sucking it clean with a satisfied “mmm.”
My hips jerked forward involuntarily. That made her laugh, and her bratty competitiveness ratcheted up my desire to grab her and fuck her until she came so hard she couldn’t remember to play the game anymore.
She was perfect.
With a smirk, like she’d won some kind of battle, she leaned forward and rubbed her lips, coated in saliva, around my tip, concentrating on such a small area for so long that I almost begged her to stop. If her goal was to make me hypersensitive to the point of pain, she was going to achieve it. She took in a little more and added her tongue, making little whorls over my flesh until my hands clenched into fists at my sides. Every bold word and brave action was thoroughly backed up by her skill. She knew what she was doing. She wasn’t pretending to be sexually adventurous. There was experience behind this technique.
When I was almost at the point of begging her to just suck me, already, she covered the entire head with her mouth and drew on it, hard, her tongue poking along the seam of my foreskin and sending electric shocks through my pelvis. My hand fell on her head and it took real, conscious effort not to force her mouth down my length.
I didn’t have to. She took me to the back of her throat and further, and I watched with amazement as she swallowed me right to the base.
Even I couldn’t deep-throat a dick like that, and I’d tried.
“Fuck…” I let out a long moan, clutching her ponytail in my hand. I had to see her hair down, had to sink my fingers into it. I pulled the elastic band, but it caught, tugging her head back, and her moan reverberated around my cock. Her hair fell free and I dug my hand into the soaked tresses, giving them a sharper jerk. Her mouth and tongue worked me faster, her breath huffing each time she drew back. Her saliva dripped over her pumping hand and onto my balls and her free hand clenched the back of my thigh, fingers clawing in every time I gave her hair another hard pull.