Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 795(@200wpm)___ 636(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
Before Elliot could unpack his prize, Knight stopped him and forced his hands down to the seat. “Keep them here,” he said before stuffing a pillow under Elliot’s shoulders to lift him up a bit.
Elliot’s lips parted in surprise, but he froze, as ordered, though all of his fingers itched to touch Knight’s skin. But what he wanted more was to provide whatever Knight craved. Even if he had no idea what it was that they were doing, Elliot would go with it.
Labels didn’t matter.
All that mattered was that the handsome beast above him was about to stick his cock in Elliot and fulfil his lust.
He let his head drop lower and licked his lips, hungrily watching Knight push down his pants. His thick cock jumped out of its confines, for a moment wagging over Elliot’s face as if it was a way for Knight to signal he was happy to see Elliot so pliant. The dark hair framed Knight’s face as he looked down, flushed all the way to the middle of his chest as he grabbed his dick and pressed its tip against the middle of Elliot’s cheek.
“I’m gonna treat you just the way you want.”
Elliot’s toes curled against the sofa, and he let out a helpless sound he didn’t even understand. He opened his lips wider, already dreaming about that fat cockhead sliding over his cheek and into his mouth. His mind was going in circles around Knight, and he couldn’t blink, amazed that he was now the focus of attention for a man so handsome he could have anyone. Seen upside-down, the man looked even more gorgeous and imposing.
Knight let out a lusty exhale and fed Elliot the very tip of his cock, moving it back and forth gently, as if to tease Elliot with the way the thickest fragment of the head kept popping through his lips.
Elliot arched up to take more, and he had to remind his hands to stay put, because they wanted to travel up Knight’s thighs on their own accord. He loved the taste of Knight’s flesh already. Salty, the precum slightly bitter. The cock itself was hotter than Elliot’s lips and it throbbed at the slightest touch.
Knight groaned in appreciation, and one of his hands cupped Elliot’s exposed throat, softly pressing down on it until Elliot’s brain rang in alarm despite losing no air yet. “Suck it. Go on, show me how much you want it,” urged Knight with a light slap to Elliot’s cheek.
Elliot’s eyes went wider, and his dick twitched in his pants. He could wait though. Knight needed to be satisfied first. He had saved Elliot’s life after all. With his heart pounding, Elliot started sloppily sucking, caressing Knight’s cock with his tongue and giving it all the attention it deserved. The entire length was so wonderfully smooth and hot, and when Knight couldn’t help himself anymore and started gently moving it in and out, Elliot’s embarrassment over making lewd slurping noises only heightened his arousal. He opened his eyes, shuddering when he saw Knight’s balls so close. The skin of the sac was darker than the rest of him and seemed so soft Elliot wished he was allowed to touch after all. But he didn’t dare disobey.
“That’s it. You’re my fuckhole tonight,” Knight hissed as his thrusts slowly deepened.
Elliot was happy to oblige and serve the man who considered Elliot worth saving. He opened up his throat and arched to take that whole rod inside even as tears spilled down his temples from the effort when Knight’s balls rested against his eyes. He let out a nasal moan but wouldn’t dare move, set on being what Knight wanted. Still, he sucked and massaged the cock with his tongue flattened against it.
Each thrust pushed deeper into Elliot, and the position made his throat all the more vulnerable to the increasingly brutish assault. Knight groaned loudly and leaned over Elliot. The dip of the seat on either side of Elliot told him Knight was now on all fours over him, working his hips hard against Elliot’s mouth. The fat head barely fit into the deep end of Elliot’s throat, and he coughed, so excited even pushing up his own hips put pressure on his fabric-trapped cock.
“That’s what you want, slutty boy. I’m gonna fuck your throat until you faint,” hissed Knight, speeding up.
Elliot closed his eyes, and he could imagine himself under Knight, unable to catch a breath yet still offering his throat for fucking. He drew in as much air as he could when Knight pulled out for a second, but the rhythm was frantic and Knight wouldn’t give him any rest. Still, Elliot kept his hands where he’d been told to, indulging Knight in any way he chose. It meant getting lightheaded at times, but he still waited for Knight to decide when to let him breathe, completely submissive to his savior’s lust.