Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Serve,” she repeats, licking her lips.
“You.” I nod. “You let me serve you, touch my dick or any other part of my body, get aggressive or out of breath and I’m putting you to bed and chaining you there in a very non sexy way so you don’t overexert yourself.” I slide my hands up her calves, past her knees, I cling to her thighs, digging my fingers in and slowly spreading her legs wider as my fingers inch closer to her hips. “Deal?”
Chloe’s face breaks out into a wide smile. “So I get served, and what do you get out of it?”
“Hook your right leg around my head and find out.”
Her eyes widen.
I grab her right leg and do exactly that, exposing her core to me. She’s wearing nothing underneath my shirt. I want her so bad. I want her taste. I want her mouth. I want her body.
“Pardon me for a minute.” I smirk up at her. “I’ve got some business to attend do, I mean you only live once.” And with that, I clap my mouth between her legs and suck. I twist my tongue against every inch of her, feeling her heartbeat in the best way possible. Her hands grip my hair. She tugs at me the way I shove my tongue inside her.
Her left knee goes weak as she collapses against my head. I pin her to the door with my left hand, keeping her there. “You’re close.”
“You’re too good at this.”
“I’m good at everything.”
“Did you forget the bungee—oh shit—“ She exhales and starts moving her hips.
I pull back. “What was that again? Care to change your answer?”
“Go!” she yells, forgetting her promise. “Please.”
“Come, I think is what you meant, but okay. I’m down.” I laugh at my own joke. “Get it? Now calm the Hell down so I can pleasure you then put you to bed.”
She smacks me on the side of the head with her left hand.
I laugh and get back to work, but really, is it work? No. It’s my pleasure. My priority. My girl. “Relax and let me taste you.”
“Relax.” She repeats, her body actually tensing around me, her legs getting closer and closer to holding my head in a vice I wouldn’t mind dying in. “I can’t relax when your mouth is on me, when you make me feel…” Her head hits the back of the door. “Feel—“
My tongue slides in and out, I add my fingers and all is lost when she bucks against them and then collapses against me, her body limp. I’m almost worried until she slowly pulls away and sinks to the floor, looking up at me like I just gave her the world.
Her hand shakes as she reaches for my face and cups it. “You won’t leave, right?”
“Where else would I go? And why do you think I’m that crazy? To let some other guy slide in when I’m already fully committed, I’m competitive like that.”
“Promise?” Tears fill her eyes.
“Promise.” It’s not even hard to. I like her, I like her a lot.
Slowly her hand lowers to my raging cock, and it’s angry, I know it is, I can feel my own blood pulsing, demanding that we do something about the whole situation but the point is, she needs rest even if my cock wants a chance to pleasure and play.
I almost forgot I was naked.
She can see it all.
The pleasure she gave me while I gave her pleasure.
The way my body responded instantly.
And the way my body still looks and feels ready to explode.
She reaches for my cock, I almost wince when her small hand wraps around it. I hiss out a breath. I don’t want to move. I don’t want her doing any work, quite honestly. With her just gripping me, I’m ready to explode.
She’s almost brutal in her touch.
It’s painful.
I want to react, to jump her, to slam her against the wall and pull her hair, instead I just kneel there while she kneels in front of me, slowly her mouth descends.
I won’t last.
I’m already there.
Her lips touch my tip, and I’m already feeling it in my stomach, the way my balls draw up, I’m so far gone it’s embarrassing.
“Harder.” I hiss. “Harder, so much harder, hurt me.”
She tugs, then reaches with her other hand and cups my balls, giving them a small tug that’s a mix of pain and pleasure.
I slam my hand against the tiled floor. “Shit.”
“Let go.” She pulls her mouth away and looks up at me. “I just want you.” Her tongue descends to my tip, before her mouth engulfs me, and I’m gone, pumping into her mouth like my life depends on it.
It’s over before I know it. I tried to keep my eyes open, but it took me, the way her wet mouth felt, the way her tongue swirled around me, her hands. Fuck, I start coming again, fuck.