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)
He couldn’t wait for that thick dick to spill its juices. If only Knight wanted, Elliot would roll over, pull his pants down and take Knight bare. He didn’t care. He’d have that cock coming inside him and fall asleep with cum dripping down his thighs. Just thinking about it while having his throat pounded was getting him on the verge of orgasm.
Once his imagination spiraled out of control, he hadn’t noticed that he really was out of breath, but Knight pulled out as soon as Elliot choked. The tip of his cock rested against Elliot’s wide-open lips, gently rubbing saliva all over. Now that Elliot’s brain got a necessary boost of oxygen, he realized how wet his face was. Spit had splashed all over his mouth, and he could feel it cooling all the way down his temples.
“You’re such a fucking train wreck, Count.”
Elliot moaned and closed his eyes, completely zoned out and remembering that fantasy he had of Knight invading his trailer at night and doing just this. Showing his superiority and pure brute strength. Knight was right. Elliot was so messed up. But he was fine with losing a battle of this kind.
He trailed the tip of his tongue over the underside of Knight’s rock-hard dick.
Knight cursed and pushed all the way in, brutally tearing all the way down Elliot’s throat. After such a long fuck, he was relaxed enough to take it, but the channel inside Elliot’s neck still felt tight and convulsed around Knight. Elliot gagged, but when Knight didn’t relent, he was forced to accept his position and do his best to satisfy this man who was so clearly set on doing as he pleased. The moment he stopped being afraid and allowed Knight complete access, the thrusts deep inside became as pleasurable as if he were being petted from the inside.
Nothing else mattered but this moment. Even if Knight didn’t see it this way, or didn’t realize it, they were connecting. Elliot considered lifting his top a bit, but he wasn’t sure what Knight really liked about him, and he didn’t want to move his hands either, so in the end, he kept taking every thrust until he completely zoned out, open and eager to please.
He gasped for air when Knight pulled out at some point, but he was ready for more immediately. ‘More’ wasn’t coming though, and when Elliot opened his eyes, a sweaty, panting Knight leaned down to him and flipped him over again. It was both confusing to have his world upside down and a turn on to feel the strength of Knight’s arms. He’d fucking pay Knight to carry him to bed.
Before he could come up with something to do, orders came his way in that sexy, raspy voice. “Hands on the sofa, bitch. Look at me,” Knight whispered, pulling Elliot’s head by the hair.
Elliot looked up in an instant, and he could have come on the spot. Knight’s chest glistened with sweat, and Elliot could now see all the ink the right side up. He would so gladly curl up his own bony body against those meaty pecs and muscular stomach. For Knight, he could totally be a slut, a bitch, and a fuckhole. Every day. All day.
It was hard to focus on Knight’s face with that hard dick right in front of him, but Elliot did his best and followed the order. He placed his hands on the sofa and didn’t attempt to wipe the saliva dripping down his chin.
Knight’s face had a healthy flush over the features that were somewhere between anger and elation. He took deep breaths with his mouth, watching Elliot like a hawk.
“I bet you want to swallow, greedy boy. You won’t get it yet,” whispered Knight, grabbing his dick and tugging on it hard right in front of Elliot’s face.
Elliot’s jaw went slack and he wanted to protest or even go as low as plead for the privilege of Knight’s spunk, but his throat was raw, and he couldn’t find the words. It didn’t matter anymore when thick streaks of cum landed on his cheek and drizzled down his face. He had to close one eye, but he didn’t mind. If he could touch himself right now he’d come in an instant.
The cum reached his lips so he could at least taste it, and it was just as good as the last time. Not because it was tasty, but because it was Knight’s. It came from those soft balls, and Elliot leaned forward to lick off what dripped down the dark cockhead. Before he could as much as trace the sensitive skin with his tongue, Knight grabbed his throat and forced Elliot to look at him. He was still heaving after his orgasm, but his strength was undeniable.
“I said you may not get it yet. Up.”