Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127722 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 639(@200wpm)___ 511(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“You said you were hoping for a kiss…but you didn’t specify where.” My fingers cupped his balls and lightly massaged them, feeling their weight and warmth in my hand.
He took another deep breath, his eyes so hard and hungry.
His excitement made me excited, and I lowered myself to my knees on the rug at the foot of the bed.
His cock gave a twitch.
His throat shifted with a swallow, and his hand immediately slid into my hair as he brushed it from my cheek. He changed his footing and widened his stance, so impatient to slide across my tongue.
I grabbed his muscular thighs and steadied him. “Whoa, boy.”
His fingers gripped my neck, and he tilted my head back so he could fill my mouth once my lips opened. “Sweetheart, don’t fucking tease me.” His voice came out breathless, even shaky, like this was the first time for him.
“I’m going to make you come—and I’m going to watch.”
He closed his eyes as his fingers instinctively gripped my throat tighter.
My lips parted, and I flattened my tongue.
He held his stance and watched me inch forward. When contact was imminent, he held his breath then released it as a loud groan when he finally felt the wetness of my tongue. His shaft glided along, moving deeper and deeper, and he rolled his head back when he was fully inside my mouth. “Fuck.” He looked down at me again, released a moan that sounded like a growl, and watched me sit there on my knees with a mouth full of dick. “Sweetheart, you look so hot with my dick in your mouth.”
I kept my tongue flat and started out slow, timing my breaths when his dick didn’t block my airway, and moved forward and back at a steady pace, our wet body parts sliding past each other.
He rocked his hips, meeting my mouth at the perfect time, making saliva spill out from the corners of my lips. He grunted and moaned, burying himself inside me, becoming more aggressive the more he enjoyed it.
I couldn’t breathe. I had to resist the urge to gag. My knees were killing me. My wet eyes caused my vision to blur, and tears stung my cheeks. But I loved every second of it. Loved the way my panties started to become weighed down with my arousal. Loved the way his cock thickened even more in my mouth because he was so turned on.
His fingers dug deeper into my hair and supported the back of my head as he continued to thrust, the speed of his hips and his breaths both increasing. “It’s coming, sweetheart…”
Tears streaked down my cheeks, and my nails dug into his thighs. Breaths became even more rare, and I just held on as I prepared for his seed to block my throat entirely. I kept my mouth wide open, making sure he had the perfect climax.
“Mouth or face?” he asked, red in the face, barely holding on.
I tugged on his thighs and gave my answer.
He slammed into my mouth hard, and I couldn’t breathe at all, tears streaking down my cheeks, constantly overriding my need to choke. His hips suddenly came to a halt, and he came inside me, his entire dick shoved into my body. “Fuck…” He held the back of my head and kept me in place, watching me take his load on my knees.
It coated my tongue right away, warm and heavy, so much of it that it took several attempts to swallow it all.
He finally removed his dick and let me take my first full breath.
I gasped, tears on my cheeks, the taste of him still on my tongue.
“Fuck, that was so good I should pay for it.” He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me to my feet. His fingers yanked on the drawstring to my breeches as he guided me back to the bed, his eyes still hungry even though I’d given my best performance. He yanked my bottoms down to my thighs and pinned me against the edge of the bed. My top was pulled over my head, my boots were kicked off, and then he lifted me onto his enormous bed, the bedspread soft and clean.
He got to his knees, scooped my legs into his arms, and then kissed me.
My head immediately rolled back, and I gripped the bedspread with my needy hands. His mouth was as hungry between my legs as it was against my mouth, his tongue so purposeful and strong. I let out a moan to the ceiling, not having to be quiet like we would at my home. The guards stationed in the hallway could probably hear me loud and clear, but all they could do was listen with envy.
The tears. The pain. The choking. He made it all worth it.
My hand fisted his hair, and I ground my hips into his face, wanting more of that expert mouth.