Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
He lowers his head, placing his hands flat against the black wall. I step underneath his outstretched arms, shielding myself from the shower. His eyes open and meet mine. He doesn’t look surprised or annoyed, just…empty. I wonder what he’s thinking.
The video of him and his dad in that concrete room is still fresh in my mind. I wonder if Ashtyn knows what he did for her. And I quickly push that out of my mind. I don’t want to think of those two together in any capacity.
Reaching up, I wrap my arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of the warm water.
I pull him down as I stand on my tiptoes, and he obliges by meeting me halfway. My eyes fall closed as his lips touch mine, and I kiss him. I hate how much I enjoy it. For someone so rough and hard, his lips are tender.
When I pull away and flatten my feet, my eyes drop to his dick. He’s hard. My eyes run over the six barbells that run up and down along his thick and veiny dick. “Did this hurt?” I ask, dropping my hand to run my thumb over the ones through the head.
He chuckles softly. “It wasn’t for pleasure.”
I frown, looking up at him. “It doesn’t feel good when you have sex?” It feels good to me. But then again, I’ve never fucked anyone other than Haidyn, so I’ve only ever had a pierced dick inside me.
“Oh, it does.” He nods, removing one hand from the wall and cupping my face. His thumb runs over my wet lips, and I shiver even though the hot water covers us.
My eyes go back to his dick, and I lick my lips. Then I’m falling to my knees before him.
“Charlotte,” he warns, and I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or his. I just want to taste him. To really take my time and feel it. I’m always tied up and gagged when he fucks my mouth. I want to memorize it.
I place my hand on his muscular thigh and lean forward, the tip of my tongue touching the base of his shaft, and I slowly run it upward. I can feel the barbells on my tongue as I go. One…two…three…four…five…six. Getting to the head, I feel the balls of the others.
Pulling back, I look up at him, and he’s got both hands on the wall once again, head down, shielding the rainfall from me with his eyes closed.
I feel powerful kneeling between his legs. This time, I push my tongue all the way out, flattening it against the base, and slowly run it over his dick once again. He groans when I wrap my lips around the tip before sucking.
“Fuck, doll face.” His voice is hoarse, and my pussy tightens. My knees shake, and my wet hair covers my face, so I push it out of the way to get a better look before I do it again.
But this time, I wrap my hand around the base when I get to the tip and take more of his length into my mouth. He’s so big it makes me nervous. I’ve had it in my mouth, in my ass, and in my cunt, but I’ve never got to play with it. I’ve never held it in my hands and explored it like I want.
I feel his fingers tangle in my wet hair the next second. But he doesn’t control my head. Instead, he just holds it off my face as I take my time, learning every piercing and feeling every inch of his dick.
He’s so hard for me. I did this to him. No one else is here. No other bitch is getting what’s mine.
My free hand drops to his balls, and I squeeze them before letting go.
He repositions his feet wider, and lets out a deep growl as he stands over me. So I do it again.
“Charlotte?” he moans my name.
“Yeah?” I rasp, pulling back and looking up at him.
His heavy blue eyes stare down into mine. “You’re going to make me come doing that, doll face.” He makes it sound like a warning, but I see it as a compliment.
I smile, proud of that thought, and lean forward, closing my eyes and sucking on his dick while my hand plays with his balls. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing because I’ve never done it before. He never allows me to have control.
His hips thrust forward, and his hand remains in my hair, but he doesn’t force my head down. Is this how he feels when he has control of me? I suck him to the back of my throat, and when I gag, I hold it. He’s so long that my other hand is still wrapped around the base.
“Goddamn,” he groans, and my thighs clench.