Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 847(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
A giggle bubbled up my throat, but I tamed it, sucking half his cock into my mouth.
I wanted more, but he’d never fit.
He wrapped my wild locks around his fist twice-over, sloping my head just so as he began thrusting into my mouth. “Fuck, Octi, you feel so good.”
I watched his face through a curtain of lashes as I bobbed my head back and forth, relishing his taste—earthy and citrusy.
“More, Farrow. That’s it.” He pushed his hips forward, begging me to take more of his dick in my mouth. “Such a good girl.”
I grinned around his cock.
No one had ever accused me of that before.
“You’re too big,” I managed to mumble. “It’ll never fit.”
“We’ll make it fit. I promise.”
“It’s huge.”
“Let’s try one inch at a time.”
Easy for him to say.
He wasn’t the one who had to accommodate so many inches.
I opened my mouth wider, tilting my chin up as he gripped his cock and guided himself deeper into my mouth. His tip hit the back of my throat.
My eyes stung with tears, my gag reflex activating. I tamped it down, desperate to make him feel good.
He stopped all of a sudden, his body tensing. His six-pack was crazy. Every time he breathed, it contracted.
He pet my head, almost reverently. “Are you okay to take some more?”
I nodded.
Why are you nodding? He’s going to push your tonsils down your lungs.
“Are you sure?”
Since I couldn’t talk around his cock, I flipped him the bird rather than answering.
Zach chuckled, his gruff voice trickling into my system, warming me on such a cold night. He pressed even deeper. His cock curled to the shape of my throat.
I breathed through my nostrils and tried to regulate my breath. I was literally choking on his cock.
“You feel so warm,” he cooed, and my entire heart melted into a pool of goo in my stomach. “I want to fuck your mouth so hard, you’ll never be able to close it again.”
I cupped his balls, a warning for him to fix his dirty talk. He groaned, letting his head fall back as he inched further. He was all the way inside my mouth now. We took a beat to adjust to the situation.
He toyed with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Can I thrust?”
I felt him leaking pre-cum into my throat, one drop at a time. His whole body trembled.
I gave him a faint nod, as much as I could. He began thrusting, fucking my mouth mercilessly while holding me by the hair.
I propped one hand against the passenger door behind him, delirious with desire. With my spare hand, I reached between my legs, swirling my clit with my index finger as I sucked and nibbled and spat on his cock while it filled my mouth.
Zach’s thrusts became jerkier, his hold on my hair tighter as I rubbed my clit faster and harder.
“I’m going to come fucking buckets.” Zach groaned. “I need to pull out now.”
I shook my head frantically, releasing the door and clutching his iron ass cheeks in my hand, whimpering as I felt myself coming. I wanted him to come inside my mouth.
“I’m not a believing man, Farrow.” Zach buried both his hands into my hair, tipping my head slightly up to look at him. “But I find it hard to believe nature is capable of flawlessness as radical as you.”
His cum washed over my mouth.
I gurgled on the thick, hot liquid. It stuck to the walls of my throat like honey.
He brought me up to my feet, unsteady himself. I struggled to stand, knees like jelly beneath the weight of my own climax.
I was riding the mid-orgasm euphoria when he righted me and grabbed the back of my head. “I want to do filthy things to you, with you, and for you. And I’m going to start with this.”
He tongued me hard, kissing the breath out of me, my mouth still full of his cum.
It dripped from the corners of my lips as we kissed, bit, and nipped, moaning into each other’s mouths. Down our chins, sticking to our skin like glue in the ice-cold night.
We were tangled everywhere—limbs, fingers, hair, tongues.
I couldn’t stop this train wreck even if I wanted to.
This dark, tortured man had trapped me under his spell, and I was going to let him use me.
Only this wasn’t any spell.
It was dark magic.
Romeo Costa:
So? Did you guys make up?
Ollie vB:
Was there makeup sex involved?
Ollie vB:
(Also: who are we talking about?)
Romeo Costa:
Housekeeper Hot Stuff showed up at my door last night, drenched like an abandoned kitty, asking for shelter.
Zach Sun:
We had a mild disagreement.
Zach Sun:
We figured it out.
Ollie vB:
Did you ask for your balls back?
Romeo Costa:
Don’t be ridiculous, Oliver.
Zach Sun:
Thank you, Rom.
Romeo Costa:
He doesn’t have the balls to make such a request.
Zach Sun:
You are both mentally five.
Ollie vB:
Lies. I am clearly at the height of my hormone-filled adolescence.