Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Time to get up,” he told her.
She stretched and made a face. “It’s Saturday. How can you be up this early?”
“It’s not that early,” he told her. “Take a shower and come to breakfast, pet.”
Abby paused as she was getting out of bed. He watched her as she came to the realization that they would resume playing. In fact, they would be playing the entire day, but he didn’t want to tell her that now. She nodded and headed off to the bathroom with her overnight bag.
Tex was in the kitchen stacking pancakes when she appeared. Her hair was a little damp and swept up off her neck. She was naked and he smiled his approval. He picked up the collar on the island and secured it around her neck. “Have a seat,” he told her. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
He set down a glass of orange juice in front of her and then went back to the island, balancing two plates in each hand. In front of the empty chair next to her, he set down a stack of pancakes. In front of Abby, he set a small bowl with half a grapefruit and some sugar substitute sprinkled on it. He suppressed a grin as she scowled.
“I saw the bowl of grapefruit in your kitchen,” he told her casually. “I assume that’s what you normally eat for breakfast.” Abby looked longingly at his own plate. “Of course,” he declared, “you’d probably rather have my breakfast. Whole wheat pancakes. Fresh blueberries.” Abby gave him a withering glare. He ignored it. “I think you know what you have to do to get it.”
Abby put her palms flat on the table and took a moment to decide. He let her think it over without comment. Finally, she pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to face him, knelt down on the tile floor and...amazingly...put her hands behind her back. Tex felt a surge of desire that started in his stomach and shot all the way to his cock. A dangerous little pet.
He undid his fly and pushed his jeans all the way down. He wanted to see exactly how much of last night’s lesson she retained. She moved a little closer and rubbed the underside of his cockhead with her tongue. A quick riot of sensation shivered through him but it settled into a very pleasant, growing warmth as he gazed down at her. She licked and swirled the head then took it into her mouth and began to gently nurse on it. She even remembered his balls, nuzzling them and sucking on each one in turn.
She rose up fully on her knees and took him into her mouth, moving up and down on the shaft rhythmically. Her technique was decent he mused, but it was still the big finish that was going to be the problem. “Just relax,” he told her. “It’s time, baby.” She tensed just a little and, as before, managed to take in the first spurt but started to draw back. He put one hand on the back of her head and wrapped the other one around his cock. “Hold still and keep your mouth open,” he commanded in a firm voice.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth so she wouldn’t panic and directed the rest of the semen across her face, specifically her open mouth. Abby made a small noise of either protest or surprise, but she couldn’t really move with his hand on the back of her head. He put his fingers underneath her chin and forced her mouth closed.
“Swallow,” he ordered. Abby’s throat convulsed as she did. “Open,” he told her and she opened her mouth again. “You look good covered in my cum, pet, but it goes in your mouth, doesn’t it?” He took the first two fingers of his right hand and slowly scooped up all the drops on her lips and cheeks and fed them to her. “There now,” he said, pushing his slicked fingers onto her tongue. “It doesn’t taste bad. It’s just that you tense up at the end.”
With the hand on the back of her head, he pulled her forward. “Clean my cock, pet,” he demanded. She bathed the head with her tongue. “Next time,” he told her as she worked on him, “it’ll be the same. You either swallow it when it comes out, or I feed it to you. Either way you’ll get used to the taste. But I’d prefer it if you tried hard to swallow for me. I eat your pussy for you, don’t I, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“So, it’s only fair that you take this for me. I lick up all your cream, pet. You will lick up mine.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He pulled up his jeans and fastened them and then pulled Abby to her feet. He kissed her deeply and then directed her to the chair. He pushed away the grapefruit and pulled his own plate over so it sat in front of her. “Good girl,” he said squeezed her shoulder gently.