Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Lorenzo glared at me. He made no move to take the watch, and I could feel anger rolling off him. He wanted to be the one in control, and I’d wanted that too, but not right now. Not when I knew I’d be sent away soon
Are you so sure about that? Would you rather enjoy these last few days? Why not let him fuck you, teach you all the things you’ve always wanted to know?
“Niko, is that really what you want?” Did he know I was questioning myself?
“I want you to stop toying with me. If you want me, then take me, but don’t make it any more than that. I can’t fall any harder for you.” I heard him suck in his breath at my unintended confession, but I kept going. “I won’t recover once you send me away. I’m not strong like that.”
“You’re wrong. You are so fucking strong. You risked everything to run away from your father, and you kept yourself alive all those years that you were under his control, even through the abuse and neglect. Somehow, you’re still an amazing person despite the examples you were given. That takes incredible strength.”
I’d never felt strong. I’d just felt like I was surviving.
“You deserve so much, baby. Even if you could stay, I’m not a good person. You don’t want to be part of what my family does.”
Anger surged through me. I turned and shoved at his chest. His face registered shock as he took a few stumbling steps back. “Everyone always makes decisions about what I want. Everyone but me.”
“Nikolai? Are you saying—”
I sighed. What was the point? Why not have another hot night to remember later. “Nothing. Just forget I said anything. I’d be a fool not to enjoy you while you’re here. What difference will it make anyway? You can already tell I’ll be a mess when you leave me. I might as well enjoy a few more good fucks first.”
Lorenzo’s mouth dropped open, and then a hard look showed on his face. “Then get on your knees. You haven’t paid me nearly enough.”
He grabbed my good hand and fastened the watch around my wrist. “You keep this on, do you hear me?”
“Y-es.”
“Good. Now, open your mouth.”
This time, there was no buildup, no attempt to let me adjust to the feel of his cock stretching my mouth, filling my throat, cutting off my air. It was rough and filthy and hot as fuck. My cock was hard before I’d even opened my mouth for him.
I fought to suck in air through my nose. Lorenzo drove into my mouth hard, nearly knocking me off my knees. He pulled back and pushed in again, holding himself there. I gagged around him as I pushed at his thigh with my good hand. I was desperate for air.
“This time, you’re going to find out what it’s like for me to use you thoroughly. This time, I’m going to come down your throat, and you better swallow every fucking drop.”
He finally pulled back enough to let me breathe. I sucked in a breath, knowing he wasn’t going to wait long.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I did. The look on his face was dark, angry. I should be terrified, but I was so turned on I couldn’t think. “Don’t you dare touch yourself, and don’t even think about coming in your pants. I’ll decide if you get to come tonight or not, depending on how well you pay me. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
“Good. Now, open wide.”
He thrust into me, choking me as he gripped my face, holding me against him. I sputtered around him, but this time, I didn’t fight. I didn’t even want to. I had that feeling like I was floating again, like I was nothing but sensation, and I loved every feeling that was racing through my body, even the way he cut off my air.
When he slid back, he smiled down at me. “Now, that’s my good boy. You love this, don’t you, being on your knees for me.”
I nodded.
“That’s right, you do. I’m going to come down your throat, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”
I nodded again, and he drove back into me harder than ever. I still didn’t struggle. I needed this. He kept going, fucking into my mouth again and again, and then with a rough groan, he jerked against me, and cum flooded my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but I couldn’t keep up. Some leaked from the side of my mouth and ran down my chin. Would he punish me for that? Did I want him to?
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled all the way out and watched as I fought for breath.
When I was able to fill my lungs with air, I looked up at him. His eyes were dark with desire. Did he want more?