Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
His skin does too.
His abs, that little happy trail, all drenched in my cum and so shiny looking.
As beautiful as the sight is though, I can’t waste my time on it. Not right now when I’m being punished for saying someone else’s name and my focus should be on the tool of my punishment.
On the heavy bulge in his gray sweatpants.
Heavy and throbbing.
I swear I can see it pulsing through the fabric.
But more than that I think I see a wet spot on it. Making me realize that he’s dripping.
And God, I can’t let it go to waste.
When it belongs in my mouth so I can be a good whore again.
His whore again.
So under his intense scrutiny, I raise myself up from my prone position and come down to my hands and knees.
I see his muscles shudder, his chest heaving and his abdomen flexing. And then I start to crawl toward him, causing his eyes to narrow down to slits and his jaw to turn to granite. It’s not a long distance of course; he’s right here. But the couple of steps that I do have to take seem longer than usual.
Probably because of the way he’s watching me.
With hunger and desperation.
Impatience too.
Because when I do get there, in between his spread thighs, and go for his waistband, his arm strikes out of nowhere and his fingers bury themselves in my hair, fisting the strands. He gives them a jerk then, pulling me up and tugging me toward his body.
“You didn’t think I’d forget though, did you?” he rasps.
My hands go to his sides and hold on. “Forget what?”
“That you aren’t the only one who needs baptizing.”
“I don’t understand.”
Tightening his fist in my hair, he jerks me closer. “I fucked up too, didn’t I? I tied you up, left you alone. All because I was jealous and angry. All because the moment you said his name, it fucked me up. And it fucked me up so bad that all I could see was red. For hours and hours after that.”
“You don’t —”
“So,” he tugs my head back, “while you choke on my dick, I’m going to drown in your cunt. While you drool over me, I’m going to drink every drop of your juices. And while you struggle to fit me inside your mouth, I’m going to jam my tongue inside your tight little pussy that I’m pretty sure has by now snapped back to its original pinprick size, even though I stretched it out last night, and fuck it until you gush all over my face and turn me into a new man. A man,” he bites out, “worthy of calling you his whore.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond to that because he starts putting me in position and re-arranging my body.
First, he lies down on the ground with me draped over him, my thighs straddling his hard stomach. Then in all his athletic grace and glory, he spins me around and settles me back down but this time, facing away from him. And then he goes for my t-shirt. Or rather his t-shirt, and takes it off.
He throws it to the side, baring my body to the moonlight and the woods.
And honestly I’m so turned on and so hungry and so ready for it that I don’t object. I don’t make a sound. I simply let him pull me back to where I’m straddling his face while mine is where his throbbing dick is. All the while pulling his sweatpants down to reveal the thick and veiny and bejeweled cock.
And I fall on him then.
I wrap my lips around his head and moan at the first taste of him. Making him tighten up, his abs bunching under me, while he lets out a long sigh as if he’s home now. As if all the trauma of tonight, of finding me gone from his bed and saving me from falling is finally, finally draining out of him.
It’s finally leaving his body and I couldn’t be happier.
I couldn’t be more relieved myself, at that.
But only for a second or two because after that his mouth takes the first taste of my pussy and I’m in shambles. I’m ruined, my body falling apart just like that. And I could’ve put myself back together if he hadn’t gone for that second lick and third and fourth and then completely latching onto my pussy, drinking from it as he’d said.
And he likes what he’s drinking too.
Because he’s grunting and groaning and slurping, making noises that are hitting me right at the center of my belly.
It’s so intimate, God.
It’s so fucking intimate, him licking my pussy.
For some reason, fucking it with his cock — as amazing and earth-shattering as that was — doesn’t sound as intense as him sucking on my pussy. And oh my God, that was my clit, wasn’t it? He’s sucking on my clit now and I think… I think it has to be the most intimate thing anyone has ever done to me.