Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
I lean a little forward, using my abs to keep myself up. "Faster, Bel. If I don't feel my cum hit the back of your throat, we'll do it again until I do. I don’t care if we have an audience or not."
The wheel lurches once, and I smile as her hot, wet mouth moves frantically over my length. If we make it to the bottom with her still sucking me off, then we do. I know she doesn't want anyone else to see what I reduce her to. How she becomes workable clay in my hands at the mere mention of being owned, especially now that I know this is what she wants, that even as afraid as she acts, parts of her crave this. Crave me.
Her tongue swipes over the head of my cock while her mouth suctions against me, squeezing the fuck out of me. So tight and warm. Yes. Fuck yes. This is what I needed.
I sink farther down on the bench. "Are you wet for me, Bel? Does sucking my thick cock make your pretty pussy weep?" She rewards me with a tiny moan, and more tears track down the apples of her cheeks, carrying with it a line of black mascara. I’d love to go all night with her, but I can feel the tension building. I’m close now, lucky for her.
I piston my hips, forcing myself deeper into her mouth. Each thrust is hard enough that she makes little mewling noises as I curve down the hot channel of her throat. Her nails dig into my skin, hard enough to puncture, and the rush of pain that sears across my flesh only turns me on more.
Fuck yes. Faster. Harder.
The wheel moves again, our bodies swaying slowly, but I don't stop. I'm so close to the edge. I can feel her struggling to pull away, and I grab onto the back of her head and press her face against my base, holding her in place.
“Not so fast. I don’t care who sees us. We aren’t stopping till I fill this pretty throat with my cum, so you better keep going.”
Her loud gag resonates through me, and the tightness in my balls threatens to make me explode. “Your mouth is perfect, even if I wish I was fucking your cunt right now.”
She lets out what sounds like a growl, but continues her quick pace, and I let it carry me higher and higher until I explode. Fisting her soft strands, I go off like a rocket and come hard with a groan, shooting my release down her throat. Her movements slow, and I hold her in place, making certain she gets every drop.
The look of disgust on her face is enough to make me smile, and I cup her by the cheek gently. “Don’t make me take you over my knee and spank your ass, Bel. Swallow my cum like the good girl you are.” She wrinkles her nose, struggling to swallow, but eventually does.
When I've finished, I pull out of her mouth completely. I notice a little cum leaking out over the tip, and I nod to her. "You better lick it off.”
All she does is glare at me and swipe her tongue over my sensitive crown. A shiver ripples through me. She’s so obedient when she wants to be, and other times, she’s like a kitten ready to attack.
"Good girl. Pull up my pants, then sit back down beside me. I'm not done with you yet, my wicked wallflower."
Her eyes are hazy, and there's a flush to her cheeks as she stumbles on her knees, her fingers slipping over the button. She wobbles as she stands and then all but sags into the spot beside me. I peer over at her. Her dress is wrinkled around her thighs, and her hair is a mass of tangles and curls. I love the way she looks right now, used and abused. Mine.
A tiny drop of my seed sits at the corner of her mouth, and I grow hard, wanting to take her again. She sits quietly, almost too quietly, beside me, and this moment gives me time to think about what she said, of how she went on that date to make me jealous, make me see her. Truly see her. I guess she got her wish. Because now I do. Every depraved thing in her mind. Everything she keeps hidden so well. She’s told me she hated me so many times, but it’s apparent now that she’s growing to like me, and I don’t know if I should be angry or proud. Worse yet, I don’t know how her liking me makes me feel.
Of course, there’s some type of emotion there for her, but I can’t pinpoint it. I don’t want anyone else to have her, but I wouldn’t call myself hers either. I don’t have girlfriends. I don’t even have fuck buddies.