Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“You want me to come quickly, don’t you?” he asks.
I whimper, looking up at him with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I nod, keeping him sucked into my mouth.
“You want my cum?” My brows furrow, the sense of deprivation overwhelming me—not of air, but of him. I want it, I want him, all of him.
He watches me closely. “Are you gonna take my cum like a good girl?”
I cry out, painfully on the cusp of coming without him as my pussy clenches. His answering grin is wicked. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, driving me mad, making me crazed, but only for him.
He pulls back until just the head of his cock’s trapped between my lips as he uses two fingers to quickly pump his shaft. Groaning, he throws his head back as he starts coming, his sweet and salty seed coating my tongue and filling my mouth. At the same time, I stroke my clit again, moaning as I tip over the edge myself, coming around my fingers as he fills my mouth.
I want to swallow, I want to open my mouth and cry out, but Dylan told me not to spill a single drop. So I obey, my hips shaking and my thighs quivering until the wave passes and he’s spent. Pulling back, he smiles, tilting my chin up to look at him. “Open. Show me how good you are.”
I do, letting him see, and he pulls me to my feet, commanding me to swallow. Dylan lifts me, his hands digging into my ass as he turns and carries me to the bed, my arms around his neck as he kisses my neck and then my lips.
“You’re such a good little cocksucker,” Dylan praises me as he sets me on the bed. “My sweet Darling, my Raven.” Every word that falls off his tongue hits a new part of my brain, making all of me come alive in different ways until I feel like there’s an electrical surge jolting though my body. “Lie back, and hold your ankles for me.”
Dylan guides me to the bed’s surface. He slides my panties up my legs and off before I grab my ankles as he commanded.
He leans in and gives me a kiss before running a hand down my stocking-covered leg. “These fucking destroy me,” he hisses in the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard. “I want you to wear them every fucking day. At the office, when we go out, wherever. You wear stockings so I know this pussy is right there, ready for me to have it.” His gaze lingers between my legs, one hand still working his shaft.
“Fucking hell, Raven,” he groans and then stands up, shrugging off his shirt and dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. I’ve never seen him totally nude before. We’ve always had some type of clothing on, but seeing him like this takes my breath away. He’s formed perfectly, flesh that’s been sculpted by the hands of an artist, it feels like, and my pussy clenches with need as he kneels on the edge of the bed, his wolfish grin promising me total release.
He’s tasted me before, but this time, I have a close-up view as Dylan drags his tongue between my pussy lips and then up to kiss my lips quickly, slipping his tongue into my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he orders, and I kiss him back hungrily, sucking the tip of his tongue and getting my own sweet flavor in return.
Dylan’s eyes light up and flash with a primal hunger, and he goes back down between my legs. All the while, my heart races and my body hears.
He starts with wide, flat licks. He savors every inch of me, even licking a bit lower, playfully teasing me. I’ve never done anal, but if Dylan wanted it, I would try it.
He can have anything he wants, I realize. I’ve been so torn, asking myself if this is wise, worrying about what other people would think if they knew, and losing sleep over what Dylan feels about me when the truth is… none of it matters. I’m his. He’s said ‘mine’, and my hopeful heart has believed him, giving itself over fully to him.
My mind races with thoughts I shouldn’t be having.
The joy of what I’m feeling works through me almost as quickly as the pleasure Dylan’s masterfully forcing onto my body.
He goes back to my folds, snaking his tongue deep inside me, devouring my pussy before sucking on my lips until my eyes roll back and the back of my head digs into the mattress.
“Oh, my God,” I cry out, and he stops.
“No, my name only. Say my name,” he growls, looking up my body to pin me in his gaze.
“Yes, sir. Dylan, sir,” I tease breathily. I know what hearing me say that does to him, and I throw it back at him intentionally, wanting to push him the way he did me.