Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I reach down and smooth my hand over her cheek, then glide my thumb over her bottom lip. “You can’t even say it. You’re too damn innocent for me.”
“I’m not,” she snaps, reaching for my belt. “I’ll show you.”
She sassily takes my hard rod from my pants. It springs free, precome clinging to the tip, so hard it’s almost pointing straight up, like a goddamn rocket ready to explode. She takes me in her hand and starts stroking me.
“Is slower or faster better?” she asks.
“Any damn way feels perfect with you,” I tell her.
“And I suck it, yeah?”
“Open your mouth. Stroke my tip with your tongue. Keep moving your hand.”
“I like it when you tell me what to do,” she whispers, bringing her pretty mouth closer to the tip of my raging dick.
I almost erupt when she opens her mouth, her hand moving faster up and down my length as she takes me between her lips. She moans as she strokes me, looking up like she wants to see the effect she’s having on me—the power she has over me. Nobody has ever owned me like this.
She sucks faster, stroking, her palm so hot, her mouth burning, wet. Her eyes keep getting cutely wider when I make moaning noises. I can’t stop. Fuck.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, reaching down and taking hold of her head in the gentlest way possible. “I own you, Mary. Every fucking inch.”
“Oh my…” She stops herself, stroking my dick. “I love when you say that. What do you want?”
“What I want is too savage for you,” I snarl.
She shakes her head stubbornly. Seed rushes up my hardness and pushes against my end, ready to explode. “You’re wrong.”
“Don’t do that, Mary. Don’t tell me I can do any damn thing I want with your perfect eighteen-year-old mouth. You hear that? Eighteen. You know nothing compared to me. You’re a—”
“I’m a woman who wants to suck her man’s dick,” she snaps, wanking me faster. Damn, she looks so powerful and so in control right now. Her tits dance for me as she strokes harder. “So shut up and tell me how you want it.”
I smirk. “How am I supposed to shut up and…”
But I can’t talk, not when she takes my dick in her mouth again. My princess sucks me like she’s trying to prove a point, putting everything into it, making it difficult to stand up straight, not to fall, my vision blurring with lust.
I grab her head harder this time.
“You want the savage?” I growl. “You want the Rust nobody else will ever see? You want me, Mary?”
With my dick still in her mouth, she nods.
“Then rub your big juicy tits while I fuck your mouth.”
She moves her head away and gasps. “Fu-fuck my mouth?” she whispers.
“Your mouth feels so wet and warm, just like your virgin slit did. If you can’t take it, you better say. Because when I start drilling your perfect goddamn throat, I won’t be able to stop. I’m asking a lot of you. You’re only—”
“I don’t care about my age,” she hisses, reaching down. Oh, fuck, she’s rubbing her tits, pushing them together, playing with her nipples. “Do it then, Rust. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my eighteen-year-old mouth.”
My dick has never been harder. She looks so smug, in the cutest way, knowing she has control over me.
“Who’s in charge now, huh?” she says, with a head tilt that makes me want to marry her.
I gently hold her head, then bring my swollen end to her lips. “Open your mouth. Keep it open wide. Let me feel that tongue.”
She nods as I glide my dick across her tongue, feeling the back of her throat. I can only fit in less than half of my dick, but that’s enough. I don’t want to hurt her. Just dominate her. Just own her. Just show her who she belongs to.
She keeps rubbing her tits as I slip in, then out. When she makes gagging noises, I stop, pull out, and let her take a breath. Her eyes are getting red and watery as she looks up at me, the flush spreading to her tits.
“Enough?” I ask. “I know it’s a lot.”
“I can take it,” she murmurs.
“I’ll give you a break soon. Let your tight pussy take my dick instead.”
“No, you won’t.” Suddenly, she grabs my hips, pulling me toward her. “I’m going to make you come like this. Be as savage as you want, okay? Be as sinful as you want.”
She looks drunk, but I know she’s not. I’ve been with her and Brad for hours and haven’t seen her drink once. It’s us, each other. I feel drunk, too.
“I should be the mature one here,” I say, moving my hand through her hair. “I shouldn’t let you do this to prove a point.”
“But you’ve got it all turned around.” She moans, kissing the tip of my dick. “You’re not in control anymore.”