Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Christ, you’re good at that, baby.”
I smile and keep going as he caresses the back of my head. It feels so good pleasuring him. My whole body is tingling now as I feel him growing even harder inside my mouth, the swollen tip of his cock pressing against my cheeks.
“I’m always so horny in the morning, Josie.” He’s thrusting faster now, holding my head in place where he wants it. I keep my mouth open obediently, doing my job and making sure I don’t do anything to ruin this for him. “I’m getting so close. Are you ready?”
I can’t speak with my mouth full, so I make noises on his cock that let him know I am. Magnus pulls the sheets away and looks down at me. I look up, and our eyes meet just as he lets out a growl and I feel a spray of warmth across my tongue and against the back of my throat.
“Take it,” he commands. “Take all that cum down your throat.”
I didn’t realize just how badly this would turn me on. I swallow eagerly as he goes off, feeling his cock pulsing as he holds it securely in one position in my mouth. He strokes the back of my head and then the side of my cheek, then with two fingers, milks the last of his release from his shaft out onto my tongue. He pulls out, and I swallow it down like I’m meant to.
Magnus smiles and draws a deep breath, lifting me back up to him. “You know, if I didn’t trust you implicitly,” he growls, “I’d say you’d done that before.”
“Only one time, sir.” I smile. “And that was last night with you.”
Magnus pats me on the butt and grins back at me. “Come on, let’s go see if the water still works in this old place.”
I stand and follow him to the bathroom, admiring his sculpted glutes the entire way. He reaches into the shower and turns the hot water handle. There’s the sound of pipes yawning somewhere behind the walls, and then after a few seconds, water sprays from the shower head.
“It’s a miracle,” I tease as Magnus pulls two towels from a closet in the hall. “Just kidding.”
“No, I think you’re right,” he laughs. “It is a miracle. But not as much of a miracle as you, baby.”
He smirks as he takes me by the waist with both hands, and I feel myself blushing, but there’s no time for me to respond as he’s instantly lifting me into the shower with him. The warm water sprays down on both of us. I lean against him as he finds an old bar of soap and begins to wash me.
His muscles look even more spectacular while wet. They glisten under the suds and have me thinking about what it would be like to do this every morning.
Before I know it, he’s knelt before me, cleaning my ankles and feet while looking up at me with a slick grin on his face.
“You really don’t have to do that,” I tell him. “Why don’t you let me do that to you?”
Magnus shakes his head. “You just gave me morning head. This is the least I can do for you.”
I giggle as he rises to his feet and pulls me under the water with him to rinse off the suds. We kiss, Magnus turns off the shower, and then we dry off and return to the bedroom.
“Would you like some breakfast?” he asks.
“Why? You going to make me some something?” I giggle. “I’d hardly like to see what this place’s fridge looks like after all this time.”
“There’s a diner down the road. They make some pretty good eggs, and we have…some things to talk about.”
A small pit begins to form in my stomach.
My mother.
I nod. “Okay. But what am I going to wear? My dress from last night?”
Magnus grins. “There are some of my clothes here from when I was younger. I bet you could fit into some of those.”
“The tomboy look?” I suggest. “You sure you wanna see me in that?”
“Baby,” Magnus says, taking me into his arms, “it is absolutely impossible for you to look anything other than beautiful in anything.”
The diner is empty except for us and one other couple sitting by the door. Magnus and I take the booth in the back so we can talk without being overheard. After such a wonderful night and morning, I’m a bit on edge about what this discussion is going to be, but Magnus is right about one thing: The eggs are great here.
“So where is he keeping her?” he asks. “Your mother?”
“He calls it The Castle,” I reply, the words like a toxin in my mouth. “We stayed at his home where he lived, he called it The Palace—” Magnus scoffs and shakes his head. “I know, disgusting. But The Palace is where he keeps things he can’t have around him in case the police decide to raid. Illegal things. It’s well fortified and filled with his men. That’s where he keeps my mom.”