Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“On your knees,” Benedict commands, and my eyes nearly pop out of my eye sockets. He can’t be serious. “Don’t make me tell you again, Lina. On your fucking knees.” His voice is demanding, powerful, but I know it’s the part he’s playing.
I sink to my knees, knowing full well I’m going to have to do this.
I spot other Greedy Girls in the room doing the very thing I’m being asked to do with no protest.
Lazarus’ hand makes contact with the back of my head as he pushes me closer to Benedict’s lap. “Be a good little girl and suck the Father off.”
I can’t believe this is happening. Don’t get me wrong, I want Benedict more than words could ever convey, but not like this. Not with everyone watching.
I glance over my shoulder at Enzo, making sure he’s not videotaping this whole thing. That’s all we need. A video of us floating around to be used as blackmail.
I make sure my wig isn’t going anywhere, reminding me of my new persona. Lina. The Greedy Girl.
Benedict undoes his pants, pulling his dick out, and Lazarus slinks away. “Eyes on me. It’s only me and you right now,” Benedict says and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
The tension coiled deep inside me settles slightly at the sight of him. He grips his long shaft with one hand, pumping it slowly as his eyes glaze over.
“Open your mouth,” he demands of me, and I do as he says.
I stick out my tongue slightly as he pushes the tip of his dick against my open, waiting mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful.”
The gravity of the situation isn’t lost on me. This man is a priest, putting aside his vow for the sake of the greater good. A part of me should feel guilty, but it’s hard to feel so guilty about something that feels so right.
So good.
So unbelievably unattainable. This amount of pleasure should be the real testament that there’s a heaven.
Benedict groans, bringing my thoughts back to the present, and his eyes roll back into his head as he closes his eyes. His mouth hangs open as I swipe my tongue over the tip of his dick, letting my tongue nestle in the groove there. “That’s it,” he says through gritted teeth.
I raise my hands, my fingers wrapping around his girth. I wonder what it will feel like to be stretched by him. Have his dick so deep inside me. My core tightens as the thoughts invade my mind like a tidal wave.
I work his dick, not caring about anyone else in the room except Benedict and me. His thickness swells, and I grip him, swirling both my hands, letting my grip tighten slightly the closer I get to his head.
I then move my face closer, opening my mouth, taking as much of him as I can toward the back of my throat.
He groans. “Fuck, Lina.”
I tug on his balls as I move my mouth over him, creating a tight suction, hollowing out my cheeks. I pump his balls, my tongue tracing over the seam of his sac before returning to lick up the underside of his shaft. His whole body pulses as I continue my assault on him.
His fingers fly through the black hair of my wig, and as if he remembers it’s a wig, he brings one hand to wrap around my throat.
Our eyes connect as he squeezes gently.
“You like this, you dirty slut, don’t you?”
I nod, slightly, my tongue tracing over the crown of his head.
“You’re so fucking filthy,” he breathes out, his eyes closing slightly, his breath hitching.
“Swallow him whole,” someone shouts out into the room.
I keep bobbing my head, working his balls with one hand, the other working the base of his dick. My mouth covers him completely, sucking along his hardness as best I can.
I must be doing a great job because Benedict’s whole body vibrates, his thick thighs spreading slightly as his hand grips around my throat tighter.
“You like being my dirty plaything?”
I nod, tears threatening to spill from my eyes due to nearly gagging on his girth. I love being his anything. Plaything. Slut. Anything, as long as I’m his.
I keep working his dick and I can tell he’s getting close. His balls tighten in my grip and his eyes crash into mine.
“I’m close,” he whispers.
I suck him deeper, taking him until he hits the wall of my throat. I tighten my hold on him, massaging the base of his balls.
“I’m gonna come,” he says, trying to pull himself from my mouth, but I don’t let him.
“Suck his cum down your throat, you whore,” Lazarus says.
Benedict’s eyes squeeze shut as spurts of hot cum fill my mouth. I immediately swallow him, milking every last drop. He releases my neck and groans as the last of his release spills into my mouth. His eyes blaze into mine and he lifts me up from the floor, and I straddle his lap. He crashes his mouth against mine, kissing the hell out of me. Our bodies intertwine like two lost lovers, and his hands roam over my body. “I need you. I…, uh, I need to be inside you.”