Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Taking the real thing is much harder.
It not only pops my jaw but causes me to clench my eyes shut and stop breathing for a second. Like he wanted me to.
And I feel so proud.
God, I’ve never felt such pride in anything I’ve done.
Including my stage debut.
I feel so accomplished that I gave him what he wanted. That I gave him my breaths that I can’t help but get even hornier, even more desperate about this whole thing.
Not to mention, I get to learn his taste. Finally. He feels heavy on my tongue, hot, so much hotter down here than anywhere else. His marshmallow taste is also thicker down here, muskier.
More potent.
Like a drug uncut and crystal clean.
One hit of it and I’m addicted. I’m hooked.
I am a slave.
Again, like he wanted me to be.
I’m a slave to his taste. To his length, his thickness. I’m a slave to his velvet skin stretched over the strongest steel. I’m a slave to that pulsing vein running along the base of his dick. I’m a slave to his rough hands that are now framing my face, his fingers buried in my hair to keep my head in place so he can push in and out, set a pace without my interference.
My permission even.
Although that’s not true.
He has my consent. He always did and he always will.
Consent to make me gag and choke and steal the rest of my breaths away.
Because I realize I’m doing the same to him.
I’m stealing his breaths too. I’m taking them away with my moans and giving them back with my gags. I’m making them faster when I move my tongue against that vein of his. And slowing them down when I open my throat more and more to have him inch down.
And it’s making me buzz. It’s making go lax and loose. So much so that he switches his technique. So far, he was keeping me still and bent over him, my mouth choking with his cock as he moved up and down.
But now he goes still and uses my mouth to jack himself off.
I don’t know what’s better.
Being still or being used as a blow-up doll.
I think I’m leaning toward the blow-up doll option because this way, he’s able to go deeper. This way, he’s finally conquering my throat like he wanted to. Not to mention this way I’m making a puddle in his lap. I’m making a puddle on my chest, drooling and slobbering all over his cock and myself.
So with this, I’ve given him my mouth, my drool, my breaths, my complete surrender.
I think I’ve become his perfect cum dumpster.
So now I can die happy.
Maybe that’s what I’m doing. Maybe that’s why my body is so loose. I’m so dizzy. My throat is so sore, along with my jaw and I’m seeing stars behind my closed eyelids… hey, another thing that he wanted from me.
He wanted me to see stars.
He said he’d give me his cum if I did that. So does that mean I…
Suddenly, air slams back into my lungs and I lose him.
Chapter 13
I detect movements behind my back.
I feel tugs and pulls at my arms and my shoulders and my head seems to be cradled on something smooth and hard. I want to look up and see what’s going on, but I’m too weak right now and kinda pissed too about the interruption, so all my energy is going into that. I realize I’m being picked up and taken somewhere. There are strong arms wrapped around me, his, and I can feel my side pressed to his harshly breathing chest.
Then I’m being moved again, and I feel a mattress at my back. Finally, my eyes blink open and his flushed and sweaty and harsh and beautiful face fills my vision. He’s concerned. I can see that. His hands are shaking as he grasps my face.
“You… Are you okay? Are you—”
I go to touch his face myself and when I realize that I can, my arms fly with eagerness and relief, landing on his hard jaw. “D-did it help?”
He frowns, his fingers twitching around my face. “What?”
“With y-your day,” I clarify, wiping the sweat off his brows. When all he does is remain silent, I begin, “You… s-said that—”
He stops me with a kiss.
He fuses our mouths together and kisses and kisses and fucking kisses me. In the back of my mind, I’m thinking that he’s kissing me like I am, all messed up and drool-y, my lips swollen and trashed. But he doesn’t seem to mind.
I think he likes it.
Because his kiss is messy as well. His kiss is so wet and hot and dripp-y and sticky like sugar. We rub our mouths together, our lips slipping over each other. And it gives me life. It makes me horny and in turn angry that he’s not doing what I want him to do. He’s not fucking me or giving me his cum like he promised.