Make You Beg Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
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I lift my ass off my heels, and he places the football between my legs, laces up. “You may sit back down.”

I lower myself, my legs tucked underneath me, my thighs gripping the football in place. It’s bulky, and when my pussy rubs against the roughness of the laces, my breath catches.

“Slut …” I hear Nicholas growl before he’s cut off by the belt around his neck.

“She is our little slut,” Law says, placing his hand under my chin and lifting my head to look up at him. He unzips his jeans, reaches inside, and pulls out his hard dick. Wrapping his hand around the base, he slowly runs his fist up and down the length of his cock a couple of times. “Open up, doll.”

My heart hammers in my chest at his command. I swallow, noticing the lingering soreness in my throat from the weekend and knowing it’s about to get worse. Law isn’t gentle, especially when he’s making a point. And I hate that the thought has my hips rubbing my pussy against the leather between my legs.

Licking my lips, I part them for him. He slides his cock into my mouth. It feels bigger—in girth and in length—making my already sore jaw hurt. He takes his free hand and moves the hair back from the side of my face. He pushes forward, hitting the back of my throat, and my body pulls back on instinct.

He lets go of the base of his dick, grips my hair in both hands, and takes control. He fucks my mouth hard and fast. His hands in my hair control me while I let him have his way with me—his doll.

I look up at him through watery eyes. The way he looks at me makes my submission worth it. His eyes drop to my mouth, and he licks his lips as drool runs from mine.

My hips move with each of his thrusts, the laces rubbing against my already swollen clit. My hands are fisted behind my back, and I’m trying to breathe through my nose, but it’s hard since my nose is running.

“Such a pretty doll.” He praises me, and I moan.

He picks up his pace, fucking me harder, and the football shifts due to the wetness from between my legs. My thighs clench, trying to hold it in place. It feels good, so good. I close my eyes while my body tightens. I’m about to come.

“Look at me, doll,” his deep voice orders in a rough tone.

Opening my eyes, I let them slowly run up over his toned abs and how they flex. He looks like he was sculpted from stone. Perfection.

I ride the football, my hips moving back and forth, the laces creating friction against my pussy, and I can’t hold it back anymore. I come all over it, moaning around his cock that still fucks my mouth.

“Leave your mouth open,” Law orders. Shoving my head back, he pulls out with his hands still in my hair.

I suck in a deep breath, my chest heaving and body shaking while looking up at him through watery eyes. He stares down at me, lips parted, breathing heavily. He lets go of my hair with one hand and wraps it around the base of his slick cock. He strokes it just in time as he comes in my mouth, some getting on my face and dripping down my chest and hitting my thigh.

“Show him,” he orders. He yanks my head back and to the right, forcing me to look over at Nicholas. His brown eyes full of disgust. I don’t know if it’s from anger or jealousy. A part of me doesn’t even care which one at the moment.

I stick my tongue out and show him Law’s cum all over it.

“Good doll, you may swallow now.” He pulls my head back, so I have to look back up at him.

I do as I’m told like the toy I am—his to use. He lets go of my hair and runs his fingers across my tear-streaked face. His thumb rubs over my chin, smearing some leftover cum across my face.

I watch breathlessly as he brings his hand to his lips and licks his cum off his thumb. Kneeling, he removes the football from between my clenched thighs, and I whimper at the lingering tightness in my legs from my kneeling position.

He holds it up, inspecting the football covered with my wetness, then he shows it to Nicholas. “I fuck her mouth so good that her pussy comes.” Then he lifts it to his lips, opens his mouth, and slowly runs his tongue across the laces, tasting me.

GRAYSON LAW

Dropping the football to the floor, I leave it to bounce away. I look over at her, and her taste lingers on my tongue while she pants, still kneeling. She put on a good show like I knew she would. I can always count on my little doll to let me use her.



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