Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
The sound of a belt unbuckling reaches me before I stare up. My mouth dries and the tingling in my pussy heightens to a painful throbbing.
Kane releases his huge cock lined with angry veins and strokes himself in one rough movement.
I almost forgot how big he is.
Almost.
He grips his dick in front of my mouth as if it’s a weapon and I swallow thicky. His left hand bunches in my hair, gathering it in a ponytail and using it to tilt my head back. “Did you paint these lips red for me?”
I shake my head once, somehow enchanted.
He taps the crown of his cock against my mouth. Once.
Twice.
“Hmm. Then who’s this red lipstick for?”
His precum paints my lips and trickles inside until I taste the saltiness on my tongue.
“Doesn’t matter.” He slaps my mouth with his cock. “I’ll mess up and use these red lips anyway. Open.”
My throat dries, and, as if hypnotized, I let my mouth part.
I tell myself that after what I overheard tonight, it’s useless to get close to anyone else. He’s clearly the strongest member of the team and probably on campus.
I can get close to him and use him through his libido.
But the truth is, I’m starving for a taste.
I’ve never been a fan of oral or blowjobs, but this feels different.
Surreal.
Almost as if I want to do everything with this enigma.
Whenever I’ve given a blowjob before, it was only because I felt like I had to. Because guys need their cocks sucked to get in the mood.
Not now.
Now, my thighs are rubbing together at the prospect.
Kane thrusts inside my mouth. “Wider. Stick your tongue out.”
I do, trying to accommodate him, but he’s big both in length and girth. My jaw hurts, and it’s a task to keep my teeth out of the way, but I manage to fit a considerable amount one inch at a time.
“You’re taking my cock so well. You’ll let me fuck your face and come down that pretty throat, won’t you, Dahlia?”
My ears buzz whenever he calls my name in that slightly husky tone.
My response is to lick him and grab the base with both hands, twisting and matching the rhythm with my tongue. Now and again, I pull him out to lick and suck on the head.
Just because I’ve never liked blowjobs doesn’t mean I’m not good. I look up at Kane as I lick, twist, and jerk off his hardening cock.
The darkening look in his eyes makes me more enthusiastic. Hell, it turns me on.
And I know it turns him on, too, because he keeps thickening in my hand.
“Who taught you to suck cock like that?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
“Mmm,” I speak against his flesh, then kiss the tip and suck on it. “You like it?”
He tugs on my hair until pain erupts on my scalp. “No. I’m about to fall asleep.”
My heart falls.
He pushes my hands from his dick and grabs it. “Open your mouth.”
I do and he thrusts all the way back, gagging me. Tears spring to my eyes, and I think he’s done playing and will get rid of me now.
“That’s it.” I feel him growing thicker and harder. “This is the proper way to take my cock.”
A ringing fills my ears, and I feel like I’m going to faint, but he pulls out. I splutter and choke on my saliva and his precum, but his firm grip on my hair doesn’t allow me to move.
“Again. Open.”
I pant, but I follow the command. I don’t want to owe him for that orgasm, and I definitely don’t want to seem like a quitter. I can offer him the same pleasure he gave me.
My lips open of their own volition as I hold on to his thighs.
Another deep thrust, and this time, the tears flow down my cheeks as he fucks my throat, my face, my mouth, making me gasp and gurgle. He uses my tongue for friction, driving into me with so much dominance, I’m dripping wet.
There’s no reason I’d be so aroused when he’s using me, but I think that’s the reason.
The fact that he’s using me as a vessel for his pleasure ignites a strange sensation inside me.
“You look so fucking beautiful on your knees, wildflower.” He thrusts in and out, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re choking on my cock so well. Mmm. Good girl.”
My heart surges and I think his words will make me orgasm or something equally ridiculous.
His rhythm picks up, his hoarse, deep groans echoing in the room, and I watch with utter fascination as he throws his head back, his eyes closed, like a sex god.
His cum shoots down my throat, thick and long.
“Swallow,” he orders. “Every last drop.”
I try my best, but I can feel streaks of cum trickling down either side of my mouth.