Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Bryce smirks and does as he’s told. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Not ma’am. Call me Mommy.” I sit on the bed, opening my legs. My hand moves up and down the shaft, and my eyes connect with Bryce’s. “You want to suck on this big fat cock, don’t you?”
Bryce’s nostrils flare, which only encourages my boldness. “Is your mouth watering at the idea of sucking my big fat cock? You want to choke on it like a good boy, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” Bryce says as he rubs his hand over his engorged cock through the towel.
“You’re being a bad boy. Mommy never said you could touch your dick. I should send you to bed without dessert.”
Bryce drops his hand, and his eyes narrow. “You’re too good at this.”
My hand quickens on the dildo. “My pussy is so wet. Bet you wish it were your cock inside me instead of the dildo, don’t you? If you’re a good boy and do as you’re told, maybe I’ll let you lick my pussy. You want that, don’t you, Pup? To have your tongue buried deep in Mommy’s pussy?”
“Yes,” Bryce growls through gritted teeth.
His control is fraying. The surge of power that flows through me is intoxicating.
“Beg me, Pup. Beg me to suck my cock like a good little whore.” The words that fly from my mouth shock me so badly that regret floods me.
Bryce cocks an eyebrow and glares at me. For a brief moment, I wonder if I went too far. Panic takes root, but it’s quickly extinguished with Bryce’s next words.
“Please, let me suck on your cock. I’ve been a bad boy and need Mommy to punish me by making me choke on her big fat dick.”
“Be a good little slut and crawl to me.”
I spread my legs and watch as Bryce gets on his hands and knees. His movements are slow and deliberate, first one hand, then his knee, followed by his other hand. The scene before me is torturously exhilarating. He stops at the foot of the bed, his face parallel with the enormous dildo fastened between my legs.
I slide my fingers into his salt-and-pepper hair and tug his head back, forcing him to look up. “You’re my little bitch now.” I watch in wonder as I slap his face with the silicon in my hand. “Open your mouth and say ‘ah,’ Pup. Mommy’s going to stuff you full.”
Chapter Twenty-One
BRYCE
Holy fuckin’ shit! Never in a million years would I let a woman talk to me like this in the bedroom, but goddamn, I’d be a liar if I didn’t think Isla looked hot as fuck right now. I’m unsure if it’s the submission that gets me going since it’s nice not to take the lead for once or that this meek girl has become a damn queen in a short period. I’m proud to know I’ve assured her she’s safe with me. She finally knows I won’t harm her, and that’s worth its weight in gold.
My lips part as I follow her orders. Her sweet lips turn up as she slowly glides the silicon into my mouth. At first, she thrusts slowly, but it doesn’t take long for her to quicken her pace.
“You’re such a good cocksucker, Pup. That’s it, baby. Get this cock nice and wet so I can shove it in your ass. You’ll like that, won’t you, baby? Mommy fucking you in your tight little ass. Look how hard your big dick is at the idea.”
I think it’s adorable that she calls me “Pup.” The name makes zero sense for my beast-like personality, but I enjoy it because the term is true—but only for her. I’ll be whatever she needs.
She moans as she pulls and pushes the dildo in and out of my mouth, garnering pleasure from the silicone I pushed inside her pussy.
I pull my mouth off the fake cock. “Is it hitting your G-spot?”
She grabs my head, taking me by surprise as she forcefully fucks my mouth with the dildo. “I’m not done with your mouth yet.”
I’m shocked that she’s face fucking me so forcefully. The dildo hits the back of my throat, and saliva pools in my mouth as my eyes water. Seems like my little rabbit likes to be in control.
Isla uses my hair to pull me off the silicon. Her fingers move under my chin, and she collects the saliva courtesy of the vigorous blow job she demanded. She brings her spit-covered finger to her mouth and wraps her lips around it, sucking it clean. My cock might explode if it doesn’t get relief soon.
Isla stares me directly in the eyes. I’m so drawn to her that I wouldn’t be shocked if someone told me she’d put me in a hypnotic trance. She drags her finger between her full lips, pulling it out of her mouth and presenting it to me. “I’m sorry. Did you want some?”