Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I’m so horny I can’t help but rock my hips, heat boiling my head, and he answers, opening wider as he leans in. Oh, he’s so ready. I bet he wouldn’t protest if I decided to switch things up and tried to take him from behind. I still remember how he rocked against my dick in bed, his hole begging to be filled. But I don’t have the patience for that when his tongue is a red carpet for my cock, so I roll my hips forward, hitting the back of his throat.
Blake chokes, withdrawing, but when I tighten my grip on his hair, he doesn’t fight me and catches his breath while holding my dick on that velvety tongue. For a moment, I worry I’ve scared him, but when his eyes meet mine again, damp and full of emotion, I know he’s still on board, still wants me.
With determination flashing in his gaze, he relaxes his shoulders and moves forward, inviting me deeper into his hot channel.
I plunge in with a short, controlled jab. I want him to feel what he’s up against. I’m of substantial size, and I love to see his lips stretch to accommodate my girth.
“Go on, moan. I wanna feel it on my cock,” I rasp, pulling back only to stab into his waiting mouth. I wonder if he likes my taste as I spread it all over his tongue. Once I’m done using his mouth, I’ll be removing all of those pesky clothes. He must be boiling inside that jacket, but I kind of love how red that makes his skin.
Blake chokes again, but this time he stays put even as tears roll down his face. His breathing is frantic, and I grin when he pulls closer and humps my leg, seeking his own satisfaction while he’s struggling to give me mine. His dick must be aching for release, but he’s too focused on me to even consider unzipping his pants.
The soft hum he makes resonates through my body and caresses my balls, so I still, just letting myself feel it while the darling at my feet fights the natural reactions of his body to please me.
It's so hot, I lose my cool and speed up my thrusts, plunging my cock into Blake's mouth, and I trigger his gag reflex nearly every time. But a part of him seems to like that too. He sucks me with so much devotion I already imagine a ring on his finger. I know I won't last much longer, but I make the final jabs count, gripping his hair as I push deep into his throat.
“Oh fuck! So good. I’m gonna train you to take it. You look so good right now with my dick deep inside you,” I babble, flushed and brainless.
When he murmurs something and glances up as if to ask if he’s doing a good job, I lose it.
I come so hard I worry he’ll choke, but gripping his hair feels automatic when all my muscles tense.
He coughs, trembling against me, but he keeps holding onto my legs, as if he wants to make sure I don’t leave him like this. He loves it. He wants to be here, on his knees, in my shabby cabin, worshiping the cock of the Christmas Killer.
I have him now.
He’s mine.
Chapter 17
Blake
I can’t control my body anymore.
Nico’s cock keeps forcing its way down my throat in a rhythm so hypnotizing I’m welcoming the discomfort. My lips and face are stained with his juices, and I’m slobbering like a mindless animal, but every sexy smile, every intense glance he sends my way is like a chain keeping me in place.
He’s so tall, so muscular, and handsome. How can I deny him when I know he’s put his life on the line for me and would do it again?
Who am I kidding though? I’m not doing this because I’m grateful. I’m doing this because I’m horny. His dick is a thing of beauty, and I want it in my mouth.
Drifting away from everything I used to know and uncertain about the future, I need a new anchor, and as warm, thick cum overflows my mouth and soothes the soreness in my throat, I know I’ve found it.
The movement of his hips after that first splash of cum becomes languid, and he lets go of my hair to steady himself against the kitchen counter. He doesn’t even blink, enthralled by me as much as I am by him. I won’t stop sucking until I swallow it all. The taste is salty, a little bitter, but just knowing it’s his spunk makes it delicious.
I know I can’t really feel it in my stomach, but I imagine it sliding down my throat and settling inside me, all hot and gooey.
The new surroundings, this old cabin, had made me uncertain, but I have nothing to worry about when I’m on my knees, with his dick softening in my mouth.