Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“I'm sorry, I thought I could.”
“Because you want to?”
My lower lip starts to quiver. “Yes, I want to.” The truth heats my skin as I try to force myself down on his thickness.
“No,” he barks, making me shrink from his fury. My desperation to please him is suddenly tangled with the memory of my fear, the thought that I should try to get away. “Come here.” He points to the pillow next to him, leading me there with one hand, his other still clasped around the gun.
I lie down as he arranges me to his exact specifications. He forces my legs wide, lowers my head to the pillow as he lowers himself, crouching between my legs, cock standing tall and proud like an angry God.
Before I can say another word, his lips are on my clit, making me moan as he kisses me softly there before leaning back on his heels, his enormous, beautiful body on full display, making my mouth water and my belly flutter. He straddles my body, crawling upward until he’s right there.
“Open,” he orders, but between the lust, a fragment of reality comes through.
He’s taken me. Forced me to do this. I shouldn’t give in so easily, I should fight.
I purse my lips, holding them tight, shaking my head as I stare at the swollen tip, the seeping fluid at the tiny slit, the scent of my own arousal nipping at my nostrils.
Ignoring the way my mouth waters, I cross my arms over my chest, my nipples drawn tight.
“You’re going to suck my cock, Bijou. One way or the other. And you’re going to do a good job. You even try to bite, you’ll be sorry.”
He flashes the gun upward as his other hand encircles the base of his cock, lifting it then slapping it down on my face from forehead to chin, his balls tickling where they dangle down to my neck.
I shake my head as he gives my face another two cock slaps. The weight and force make me draw back as he prods my lips again with the swollen knob.
“I need my fucking cock sucked, wife. Open your fucking mouth and give your husband the best head of his life.”
I hate myself for the way his demands make me feel. I should despise him but instead, I open my lips as humiliation heats my skin and lust overwhelms me again.
The tip is soft and hard at the same time, the little drops of glistening liquid slick and pleasant on my tongue as he pushes inside my mouth, bracing one hand on the headboard, those snaking veins of his forearm standing thick under his skin and the ink of his tattoos.
The other hand still lazily holds the gun, and for a split second I consider grabbing it while he’s distracted and making a break for it.
“Get to sucking,” he demands, as though he senses my idea and wants to stamp it out before it turns into action. “Since you won’t say you love me, you’re going to show me with your mouth. Clean my cock, taste all that virgin blood you gave me. Makes me a little jealous, actually giving you that honor.”
He drives his length to the back of my throat, holding it there while his fingers leave the headboard to tangle in the hair at the side of my head, using it as a grab handle for his thrusts.
“Jesus Christ, wife. That’s good. Lick under the head.” He draws out until the crown rests at the back of my mouth. I work my tongue just under the ridge, finding a spot that has his breaths coming faster and curse words flying from his mouth. “Fuck, fuck. Yeah, good, baby. More tongue. You are going to do this every fucking day, so get used to it. Daddy’s cock is going to be greedy with you.”
Pride swells inside me, tangling up with shame as he works my mouth. My lips are stretched to their limit as he drives his cock in and out, in and out, forcing obscene squelching sounds from my throat. His balls dust against my chin, the bulbous head swelling as it cuts off my oxygen.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he commands.
Heat prickles down my back and across my cheeks as my belly hollows with effort, my fingers denting the flesh of his firm ass. Maybe, if I make him come in my mouth, he won’t come inside of me again and maybe, just maybe, I can circumvent his hell-bent focus on impregnating me.
I suck harder, lick faster, gag louder. Pleasure coils in my center as I try to focus on getting him off down my throat.
His body tenses. I’ve never done this before, but I think he’s close.
I redouble my efforts, bracing myself for what’s about to happen, when Ramses starts to curse and pulls back, the absence of his cock leaving my mouth hanging open.