Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Such a quick learner,” I breathed. “Such a good fucking girl.”
That egged her on, and she pulled back, looking at my cock only long enough to spit on it before she was tasting and sucking and diving deeper.
Her brown eyes held mine until she gagged, her eyelids fluttering shut without her control, and she pulled back with those eyes watering and her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.
“God, yes,” I praised, thumbing her jaw. “Do that again.”
She teased and played and made me wet, and then she gagged.
“Hold it,” I begged, using my fist in her hair to show her what I meant.
I only held her there for two seconds before I released and let her pull back.
“That is so fucking hot, Chloe,” I told her, and I nearly forgot my own fucking rule as I bent and gripped her chin, pulling her mouth close to mine.
I wanted to reward her with a kiss.
For a long moment, I debated it, my eyes on her swollen mouth as she panted and waited.
But I released her, standing again and wrapping a hand around my cock to guide it back to her mouth.
“Now, you’re going to make it wet again,” I said. “Spit on it, gag on it, and then use your hands to coat my cock with your saliva.”
She nodded, though she seemed unsure, but she did exactly what I asked. I moaned when she sucked and swirled, cursing at the gag, and when her warm hands wrapped around me and covered me in her spit, I let my head fall back, eyes on the ceiling.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, dragging my heavy gaze back down to her. I ran my hands into her hair, holding on with both of them to show her what to do. “One hand at the base, the other on top of it,” I said. “Cover the rest with your mouth.”
She covered me completely when she followed those directions, and for a moment, I just savored the sight of her bent over and taking me, her ass a perfect heart shape from this angle, her hair a mess in my hands.
“Now,” I said, covering her hands with my own. “Twist your hands and pump them up and down, working them with your mouth. Like this.”
I illustrated for her, twisting her hands in opposite directions and pushing them up toward her mouth until she nearly released my tip. Then, I’d drag them back down, and her mouth followed, sucking me in as deep as she could.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “You suck that cock so well, don’t you? I knew you’d be good at it. I knew you’d love it.”
I released my grip, hands finding her hair again, but I held on lightly, letting her be in full control.
“Now, look at me.”
Her eyes were glossy when they met mine.
“Make me come, and swallow it when you do.”
She bit her lip, her gaze sliding to my cock long enough to watch her hands work me and fit her mouth to just the right spot. Then, with her gaze locked on me once more — she went to work.
Her hands twisted and slid against my shaft. Her tongue swirled, tasted, and flicked. Her lips closed around me, and she sucked like she wanted to drain me.
She was about to.
“Firmer grip,” I managed to croak out as my orgasm burned at the edges of my vision. I felt the beginning of it, the numbness, the all-consuming need to take over. I wanted to grab onto her hair and slam my cock right into her throat, but I wouldn’t. I never would. I wanted her to have control. I wanted to let her get me there in the slow, torturous way she was.
With a moan and more gusto than I expected from her first time, Chloe sucked and licked and worked me with her hands like an A-plus student. She gagged and held me there before working me faster, and I groaned and shuddered and chased that heat teasing all my senses.
And then, the woman released me, working me with her hands like a goddamn pro as her lips dripped and her eyes pleaded.
“Come in my mouth, Will,” she breathed. “Show me I did a good job.”
“Fuck,” I ground out, and she covered my cock with her mouth just in time for me to give her what she’d asked for.
I hadn’t expected those words. It was me doing the dirty talking. It was me teaching the fucking lesson. But hearing her beg for it, knowing she wanted my release just as badly as I’d needed to give her hers… it unleashed something carnal inside me.
It surprised her when I came. I knew, because her eyes shot wide and for a moment, I thought she was going to pull off me. But she kept pace, kept her hands and mouth working as I cursed and panted and groaned out every wave of my release.