Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I gasped. How did he know I loved that kind of filthy talk? “I am a slut. I guess you’ve done your homework. I’ll fuck anyone or several people at once.”
“Right now, there’s only me, and you better make me happy.”
Was he serious? I didn’t think so, but I couldn’t be sure, and that only made me hotter.
He used his thumb against my chin, pressing it down and forcing me to open up. I looked up at him and then stuck out my tongue, wiggling it invitingly.
G growled as he pulled me to him, hands sliding into my hair.
I fought to swallow around him as he thrust into my mouth. He clearly had no intention of being gentle, which was exactly how I wanted it. Apparently, all I had to do was make him angry, and he’d give me my fantasy.
He worked his cock in and out, and I gripped his ass as I drew his length deep into my throat. He tried so hard to be quiet, but he couldn’t hold back all those needy sounds. He was fucking loving this.
When he pulled me to him, forcing me to take every inch of him, I gagged around him fighting for air, but I didn’t pull away. I could do this. He wanted me to fight. He wanted me to struggle, and I wasn’t going to give him that kind of satisfaction.
He wouldn’t let me go. How much longer could I do this? I couldn’t fucking breathe. I wasn’t going to let him kill me with his fucking cock. I gave in, shoving against his thighs, pushing him back. He growled and yanked my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look up at him.
“Take it,” he demanded, forcing me to open my mouth. I let spit run down my chin, knowing I had to look depraved. He smiled as he drove into me again and held me against him, cutting off my air again.
I remained still. I could survive this. He wasn’t really going to kill me. Finally, he let me go. I fell forward onto my hands, gasping for air, the room spinning around me.
“You said you’d do anything,” he taunted.
I sat back on my heels and looked up at him, grinning. “Bring it.”
His expression softened. “You’re fucking incredible.”
I smiled at him. “I know.”
He reached for my hand, pulled me to my feet, and kissed me again. I knew he could taste himself in my mouth; his precum had been leaking like crazy, and I’d sucked it down, loving every drop.
He pushed me back into the wall. “Up,” he demanded as his hands came under my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fumbled with my pants, seemingly desperate to get a hold of my cock.
When he wrapped his hand around it, my head fell back against the wall. “More,” I begged, no longer caring if he knew how badly I needed him.
He laughed as he wrapped his hand around both our cocks. After a few strokes, he let go and held his hand up to my mouth. “Get it wet.”
I spit in his hand, and he rubbed the moisture over us both. “Hold on.”
I did, letting him stroke us, lifting my hips as much as I could. I gripped his shoulders, squeezing tight, hoping I’d bruise him. He fucking deserved it.
His cock felt so good against mine, so fucking hard and thick. My throat ached, and my lips stung after the way he punished me. I fucking loved it.
“Damn, you really are a slut, aren’t you? You would do anything with me?”
“I already told you that.” I could barely make the words come out. I was breathing so fucking hard, and I was close to coming. “Don’t stop.”
“You need this? You need to come?”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
“You got this turned on from me fucking your mouth?”
“Yeah, that’s part of being a slut, right?”
He worked his hand furiously, gripping us so tightly I thought I might die from the pleasure. “Show me how much you need this. Show me how good I made you feel treating you like I own you.”
I cried out as heat raced through me. Cum shot from my cock, and his hand worked us even faster. I wanted to push it away. It was too much, the touch too harsh now, but then he was coming too.
I clung to him as he thrust his hips against me. When he was done, I looked down. We’d made a filthy mess. He slid his hand up and down our cocks one more time, then lifted it to my mouth.
“Clean me up,” he ordered.
I wrapped my hand around his wrist, holding him steady as I licked his palm, carefully cleaning him and loving the taste of our mingled cum.
He shuddered when I drew his thumb into my mouth, taking my time to suck on it, then on each of his fingers. When I swirled my tongue around his pinky, he tried to pull his hand away, but I wouldn’t let him. I held his wrist so tight he’d have to fucking break it to get free. I ran my tongue over the back of his hand before finally letting go. “All clean.”