Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
He was sweet, musky. Hot. So hot.
His thighs trembled; he dug his toes into the carpet. His scent instantly wrapped around my soul and squeezed.
I licked him again, relishing in the way he quaked and shivered.
“Fuck.” He shuddered again, his hands yanking on my hair. The mermaid with her red hair and green tail danced on his thigh as he braced himself. Her strands wrapped around his balls, inking the end of his shaft as I opened my mouth and guided him inside.
A grunt—half pleasure, half pain but complete submission—wrenched from his lungs.
I smiled, stretching my lips around his thickness as I licked the underside, sucking his length with deep pulls.
I didn’t move quickly or slowly. I didn’t take him hesitantly or boldly. I took him peacefully, reverently—both of us adjusting to the power switch of me taking, not submitting.
His body never stopped vibrating. He growled and cursed, littering the air with passion. Slowly, his tension bloomed into need as he grew accustomed to the foreign sensation of being sucked.
My jaw ached as I sheathed my teeth and sank over him as far as I could go. My lips wrapped around him, claiming him as my own.
“Fuck!” His hands wrapped harder in my hair. He didn’t try to control me, but his hold was firm, fisting the long strands into a ponytail, steadying himself as if he’d topple at any moment.
I was hot.
I was cold.
I was wet.
So wet.
Unconsciously, I fell into a rhythm. My right hand moved up and down, spreading the slipperiness of my saliva.
Keeping the sharpness of my teeth away from his delicate flesh, I dragged my tongue up the silky steel and down again.
Up, down.
Lick, swirl.
“Fuck, you’re incredible.” Arthur’s hips moved to match my pace, thrusting in time, but never taking more than I offered.
His fingers slowly started to guide me, forgetting everything but seeking the final reward. Pinpricks of pain danced over my scalp, sending washes of desire through my system.
I never knew I could become so wet by doing something singular for him.
He made me feel adored.
Worshipped.
Indebted to my gift.
Withdrawing him from my mouth, I swirled my tongue around his tip before swallowing him in one swift sweep.
“Ah, shit.” He jerked, bending over me. “Goddammit, Buttercup.” His voice was unrecognizable—brittle and strained.
With a racing heart, I kept going. I dedicated myself to giving him the best blow job I could.
His balls tightened, tensing against his body. Ripples of pleasure worked along his shaft beneath my tongue.
He was close.
Switching from languishing to quick, I sucked harder, wanting to steal every control from him.
He cried out as his hands moved with my head, bobbing up and down on his cock.
His hips twitched faster.
His breathing came quicker.
His body unraveled with every second.
Together, we found a perfect waltz. Every swallow down his length he thrust forward, using my mouth but giving so much in return. He gave me his soul. His undoing. His vulnerability.
Then, he froze. “Fuck, I’m going—”
I swirled my tongue faster, squeezing him harder in answer.
I want you to come.
I wanted to taste everything he could give me. Maybe then he would be mine for eternity.
His fingers yanked on my hair with urgency. “Stop. Fuck, I’m going to—”
I moaned low in my throat. The vibrations of my voice amplified the slick heat and wetness of my mouth and Arthur lost the battle.
“Shit!”
He grabbed my head, his strong fingers digging deliciously into my scalp as he roared and gave himself over to me.
I bobbed faster, unsheathing my teeth to scrape the sharpness down his satiny length, highlighting his pleasure with a threat of pain.
He combusted.
His balls throbbed in my touch; a wave of pressure escaped the base of him, rippling past my tongue and shooting into my mouth.
The first splash caught me by surprise. Hot. Thick.
Squeezing my eyes, I kept sucking, kept stroking.
His hips rocked faster.
I moaned again as another salty spray coated the back of my throat.
Another wave.
I kept licking, kept taking until he shuddered in my hold.
His body crumbled, losing its strength and giving in to gravity. With an endless sigh, he ran his fingers from my hair to my chin, prying me upward and forcing me to let go of his cock.
Raising my head, I smiled and swallowed the remainder of his orgasm.
The glow in his eyes utterly undid me.
I got chills at the fathomless affection and awe blazing on his face.
Crashing to his knees, he captured my cheeks and kissed my lips with utmost humbleness. “Thank you,” he panted between kisses. “Thank you for exploding my world and showing me heaven does exist.”
I laughed softly, pulling away from his mouth. “I’m so glad I was the one to show you.”
He shook his head, his hands never leaving my face. “There’s never been anyone like you. Never. You owned me since I was a boy. And you completely consume me now that I’m a man.”