Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
He starts off slowly, thrusting in and out of my mouth but not with too much force, easing me back in and letting me lick and suck him. Then his cock fills my throat again, his head hitting the back and making me gag, and I feel a shift in the way he holds my head.
I moan at the uncomfortable stretch of my throat and take a careful breath, but I don’t want him to stop, so I try my best to accommodate him.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
I try, but I gag on it until my eyes water and I can’t breathe.
For a split second, I panic, thinking he’ll stop because he thinks I can’t handle it, but his grip remains firm, and he pushes his cock more insistently into my throat.
“Relax,” he orders, his tone firm and unyielding. The sureness of his tone alone makes me relax. “Take a breath. You know what to do, pretty girl.”
My heart pounds but I try to do as he says. He pulls back and reminds me to breathe, then he pushes deep again, edging toward the back of my throat.
It feels incredible to have my throat so full of his cock, it’s just hard not to panic.
But then he pets my hair and the side of my face as he stretches my throat. He tells me what a good girl I am to be so full of his cock, and the panic gives way to pleasure.
He holds himself at the back of my throat that’s given up resisting him and gazes down at me like I really am his perfect girl. “Breathe through your nose. That’s it. You’re so fucking beautiful, Kennedy.”
My heart fills up. I breathe through my nose and manage not to tense up even when he moves faster in my throat. He draws his hips back, then thrusts deep with more force. His firm grip doesn’t relent, and he stops being so careful with me, guiding himself in and out of my throat harder and faster as his pleasure builds.
“Fuck, Kennedy.”
I love his voice raspy with pleasure, his powerful hips working as he fucks my mouth.
He groans when he hits the back of my throat, holding my head in an iron grip and thrusting harder, faster, fucking my throat as if it’s my pussy, completely without mercy.
My clit throbs and my pussy clenches at how roughly he’s using me. My breathing grows ragged. Even without physical friction between my thighs, I feel my own pleasure building, but I also feel needy and empty because I’m clenching around nothing.
God, I want this man to fuck me.
“You want to come, don’t you, baby?” he asks, his voice strained.
I can’t answer with his cock in my throat so I just moan around him.
“Reach down and touch your pussy. Feel how wet it is for me. Plunge your finger in deep, then play with your clit. I want to feel your little moans and cries around my cock as you come.”
Oh, God.
I like all of those directions. My heart pounds wildly as I reach between my legs and slide a finger into my pussy. I’m so wet, my finger sinks deep and I moan around his cock. He stopped moving for a moment to let me get situated, but now he starts again.
He begins slowly to let me find my footing again, but quickly escalates things, fucking my throat faster and faster as his need for relief grows more urgent. I finger my clit and moan around his cock as my pleasure builds at lightning speed.
“That’s it, baby. Work that pretty pussy for me.”
Desperate pleasure builds within me. I don’t know if it’s okay to be so noisy, but I can’t help it. It’s hard to breathe around his cock when my building pleasure has me panting. I’m afraid I won’t be able to and try to pull back, but Milo’s grip on my head stops me.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
I cry out and moan helplessly around his cock. My heart pounds and my body writhes. I want to obey him, but it’s hard not to fight him and I keep pulling back.
Suddenly, Milo pulls out of my throat and throws me back on the bed. I’m so startled, I stop touching myself, but he puts his hand over mine between my legs. “Did I say you could stop?”
I shake my head and start fingering myself again because I don’t want to disobey him. The tension in my body picks up where it left off, but it’s somehow tauter for being teased and then briefly abandoned. I was so close to coming when I stopped, it’s like my body is afraid I’ll stop again so it wants to hurry up and capture the fleeting pleasure it was promised.
Milo lets go of my hand now that I’m back on track and repositions himself on top of me, shoving his cock in my throat much the way Jonathan did the other night. On my back, I have far less control. I can’t keep pulling off him. I’m forced to take what he gives me.