Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I pressed my lips to the broad crown, tasting him, then let my tongue swirl over the tip. The taste was shamefully familiar, the muskiness and the saltiness. I kissed the head again, then worked my mouth lower, wetting the shaft with my tongue as I stroked him with both hands. The size of him was still a shock—so much to hold, so much to take in.
Mike spread his knees apart, nudging my shoulders as if to remind me of my place. I obeyed, letting myself sink deeper to the carpet, my skirt still rucked up and my ass still stinging from the spanking. The humiliation of it only made me want to please him more.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his hand finding the back of my head, guiding me without force. “Now use your tongue on my balls.”
My face went hot. I hesitated, but he barely had to nudge before I bent lower and let my tongue flick over the skin of his scrotum. It was so intimate, so obscene, I almost couldn’t stand it—but he made a sound, a low satisfied grunt, and I felt a surge of pride. I licked him carefully, then took one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue. The shaft of his cock rested across my cheek, heavy and very hard.
I knew he wanted more. I wanted to give him more, telling myself that if I didn’t he would spank me again. I wrapped my hands around the base, squeezing gently, and took the head back into my mouth, trying to make it an even plusher place for my sponsor’s cock this time. I tried to remember what he’d taught me—use your tongue, keep your lips soft, breathe through your nose. I pushed down a little further, feeling the head hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, tears stinging my eyes.
“That’s it,” Mike said, voice thick now. “Take more cock. You’re my good girl.”
His hand tightened in my hair, but not cruelly. He let me set the pace, and I started to find a rhythm—bob down, suck, swirl tongue, pull back, then repeat. I felt absurdly proud every time I managed another half inch, like I was breaking a personal record. The taste and the scent and the heat of him overwhelmed every other sense. My whole world narrowed to this: his penis in my mouth, the rush of shame and pride as I serviced him like a dirty girl.
He let me work a while, then said, “Stop.” I froze, mouth still full of him, and looked up.
He met my gaze, then with his free hand reached down and cupped my face, thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Look at me,” he said, and I did—tears streaming down my face, lips stretched wide, but unable to look away. “I’m going to come soon. You’re going to put your lips right at the tip of my cock and sip my seed like a milkshake. Hands behind your back, holding your ass cheeks nice and tight. I’ll give you the treat you earned.”
CHAPTER 21
Laura
My face blazed with heat. My hands trembled as I obeyed, folding them behind my back and gripping my own sore bottom, feeling the base of the plug shift between my cheeks as I knelt at his feet. My knees pressed into the plush carpet, my thighs squeezed together, and every inch of my skin was electric with shame and anticipation. Mike wrapped his big hand around the shaft, stroking slowly, deliberately, bringing the broad head right up to my lips.
“Just the tip,” he said, guiding me. “Eyes up. Look at me.”
I made my mouth into a little o, barely touching the warm, vibrating flesh of my sponsor’s cock head. I felt it pulse against my lips. My gaze met his, and I tried to hold it, even as tears stung my eyes and my whole body shook. I gripped my punished bottom cheeks more firmly, a thrill of degradation passing through my whole body at the obscenity of the mere idea.
Mike began to stroke himself faster, holding the tip of his manhood right at my mouth. I realized with a strange, sudden jolt that this felt like the most exposed, the most vulnerable, the most seen I had ever been in my life.
“Kiss it now,” he growled, his thumb brushing my chin. “Your treat is almost here. You want to show me how grateful you are for this reward, don’t you?”
I nodded, unable to speak, pursing my lips to put a tiny kiss on the little hole, then opening my lips a bit more again, waiting, braced, desperate and mortified and so, so hungry for the approval in his gaze.
He let the tension build, his breathing getting ragged, his muscles bunching under his crisp shirt. Then, with a guttural noise, he put his other hand on my head to keep me where he wanted me, with the tip of his cock right between my lips. I felt the hot, salty flood hit my tongue. It took all my self-control not to flinch, not to pull away. Instead, I let it fill my mouth, pooling on my tongue, and swallowed it as best I could, just the way he’d taught me.