Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
He glanced down at my wrists and then focused on my dick. It was shiny with his spit, and it ached for more attention. When his gaze met mine again, he said, “Look at me and tell me that’s really what you want.”
I tried, but the words wouldn’t come. His mouth felt so fucking good. I relaxed, willing the tension to leave my body. If I was going to free myself, I was going to have to catch him off guard.
“Ask me nicely.” His voice was nearly a purr.
“No.”
“It would be a shame to leave you like this.” He bent down and swiped his tongue over the tip of my cock, leaving me needing more. Needing that zing of pleasure.
“Fox.”
“Yes, sir?” I scowled at him. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth on my cock.”
“There. That’s better. I didn’t even have to make you beg. Are you going to let me control things now?”
Darren studied me for a moment before he nodded. “Just this one time.”
I chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”
He took me down his throat again, all the way, sucking and humming around me. I felt like I was going to lose my mind. He was assaulting me with pleasure, with a need so deep I wasn’t sure I could survive it. Then I was right there, right on the edge. He let go of one of my wrists, but I didn’t move even a finger. He slid his free hand between my legs. When he pushed a finger inside me, that was it. Cum erupted from me, and he swallowed every drop.
I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensation of his hot throat moving around me. His tongue lapped at the bottom of my shaft, milking it of every drop of cum he could get. He seemed ravenous for it, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.
Finally, he let my dick fall from his mouth, and I gasped. I wanted the warmth back. His eyes were wide, and he looked as blissed out as I felt. I looked down, wondering if he’d come just from sucking me, but his cock was still pressed against his pants, looking like it might burst through it any moment.
Fox swayed as he attempted to get to his feet, but he finally managed to stand up, wrap his hand around his cock, and start working it. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. Precum leaked from the tip, and he worked the shaft in long, slow strokes. I was sure he wanted to go faster, but he also loved me watching, so he wanted to draw this out. I licked my lips, and he chuckled, but I didn’t look up. I was mesmerized by the sight of him jerking off.
His hand sped up. I could see how tightly he was gripping himself. His cock was red, jutting out from his body. So hard. I wanted to taste it. I wanted it inside me, and that… I never wanted that.
He took a step closer to me and braced his free hand on the arm of my chair.
“Are you going to punish me by coming all over my suit?”
He smiled as he shook his head. “Open your mouth.”
I did. He had me under a spell. He kept jerking off, his breaths coming faster and faster. He was close.
He brushed the tip of his cock over my lips, but he didn’t push inside. I ran my tongue over my lips, needing to taste him. Our eyes locked, and he nodded his approval. I didn’t like him trying to control things. I didn’t like him seeing too much, knowing too much, but I couldn’t stop it. Part of me screamed to shove him away, to tell him we were done, but I couldn’t, I needed to see this through. I needed to watch him come. I needed to drink it down.
“Do you want this, Darren?” He glanced down at his dick.
“Yes, goddammit.”
Fox laughed. “Take it.” The words came out strangled as he tensed, ecstasy on his face.
I opened wider, and he shot his load into my mouth. I used my free hand to grip his hips, trying to pull him closer. He got the message and pushed his dick down my throat as he pinned my hands again. I swallowed around him, licking his cock, not wanting it to stop. I’d sucked men before plenty of times, but it had never felt like this, like I would do anything to get more, like I was going to beg to have this again. Nothing was supposed to feel like this. I never wanted to be this out of control, and yet, I knew if Fox demanded it, I would do it again. I was already fucking addicted to him.
“Take your t-shirt off,” I ordered when I was capable of speech again.