Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Taking his cock into his hand, he gives it one rough stroke as he says, “I’m going to fuck your throat, Little Prey. I won’t be gentle, and I won’t stop until I’ve painted the back of your throat with my release, do you understand?”
It’s not a question or demand. It’s a promise, and I can’t seem to shut down the small excitement and arousal I get from his words. I risk looking into his eyes once more, and what I see there makes it difficult for me to breathe. Dark, deep-rooted desire reflects back at me.
“Yes.” I nod.
He smiles. “You want me to come in your throat, don’t you? To treat you like my personal slut. Fill you with my cum, and use your body for my pleasure.”
It’s wrong. So fucking wrong, but his words, they spur me on. They give me the encouragement I need to play my part.
“Yes, please.” I bat my eyes at him.
I want, no, I need to prove myself to him, to please him. Braced on my knees with my thighs pressed into the couch, I lean forward, tentatively licking the thick, swollen head. He tastes like salt and smells both musky and clean. Not bad at all. I take the tip of him between my lips, and his thighs clench tight around my torso in response.
I suck the head of his cock back into my mouth and take as much of him inside as I can. Of course, he’s thick and long, so I don’t get very far, or at least, it feels like I don’t. My eyes water as I gag around his length, but I try to ignore that fact and hollow my cheeks out, sucking harder while gliding my tongue over the head before pulling back.
His thighs tremble against me, and I freeze. Does that mean he likes it? The thought makes my core clench and burn hot. How did I manage to make a man as callous and powerful as him tremble? Yes, I might be the one on her knees, but I’ve never felt more powerful in my entire life. Something about this moment is so exhilarating.
I want more. Need more.
The thought of pulling such a reaction out of him consumes me. And I repeat it all over again, this time sucking on him a little harder. This elicits a deep mewl from low in his throat, a sound that vibrates through my entire being.
“Look at me, Prey.” It’s an order, and I follow it eagerly.
With my eyes locked on his, he releases my wrist slowly. Then he leans down and retrieves the knife he'd pulled out earlier. Shit, I didn't even notice that he put it away. It rests in his hand along the outside of his leg. Panic flutters through me briefly as I wonder whether he plans to carve me as Yanov did.
He merely tucks his thumb against the blade, though, initiating a shallow cut.
“Keep your eyes on me. Only I get to see how pretty you look while choking on my cock,” he growls.
I blink and look back at him, keeping my gaze locked with his as I drag my mouth up and down his length, taking as much of him as I can. When he flexes his hips up, forcing the head of his cock to the back of my throat, I start to struggle. I try to meet each thrust of his hips, but even I know I can’t take all of him.
“Relax, Little Prey. Unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders. I want to see how much cock that tiny throat of yours can take.”
Even though I’m afraid to do as he says, the desire to please him is more prevalent than any other emotion right now. So I drop my shoulders and let my jaw go slack.
Drool pools in my cheeks and dribbles out the sides of my mouth as he slips out and then threads himself back between my lips. I brace my hands on his thighs to give myself a little leverage, and he takes the opportunity to piston his hips forward.
A river of tears leaks from my eyes as he slides deeper, past my gag reflex and into my throat smoothly. I do my best to swallow against the pressure telling me I can’t take another inch. Yes. This feels right. I breathe through my nose and dig my nails into his thighs.
A small hiss of pleasure escapes his lips. And at that moment, it feels like I’ve won something, earned something.
“Yes, just like that,” he praises. “You’re doing such a good job taking my cock into your pretty mouth like a good girl. Letting me fuck your throat.”
His words flutter through me like butterflies, and I can't help but work that much harder, if only to have him praise me again in his deep baritone voice. Anything to hear something good, something nice. I don't get praised often...or ever, really.