Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“What do you want me to do, sir?”
“Make me explode,” he snarls. “In whichever way you think best.”
I feel unbelievably sexy as I approach him. No one’s ever looked at me like this before. When I fall to my knees in front of the bed, in front of him, he makes a choking sound like a starving animal who’s finally about to eat.
My hands tremble slightly as I reach for his zipper. Not with nerves, but with effort…
The effort of trying to stop. The effort of knowing this could be a mistake.
Then my hand is on the front of his pants. I’m rubbing up and down, feeling his swollen thickness. He groans and grabs big handfuls of the bedcovers, trembling like he’s holding himself back.
“Fuck, Aurora,” he groans. “That feels…”
“Good, sir?”
“Good doesn’t even come close.”
“What do you want me to do next, sir?” I murmur.
“Want,” he growls. “It’s not want, Aurora, not when my cock feels like it’s going to explode. I fucking need you to take my dick out and stroke and suck it like your life depends on it. I need you to keep going until you feel my come flowing down your throat… then keep going. I need you to swallow every last drop.”
His savage tone sends fresh shivers through me. My hand trembles as I undo his belt, pull down his zipper, then pull down his pants and underwear.
His manhood springs free, with a dollop of precome on the end, his veins bulging as a sign of his wild lust. When I wrap my hand around his shaft, he groans.
“Suck it, Aurora. Make me come.”
“Yes, sir.”
The situation suddenly becomes simple. I don’t have to doubt or wonder or umm or ahh. There’s no space for it when he’s giving me such clear instructions. All I need to worry about is his huge hardness.
I stroke him up and down, loving the moaning noises he makes, loving the fact that he has to grab big handfuls of the sheets as if he’s afraid he’s going to take off.
Leaning forward, I taste his precome, sucking his head.
My sex aches. My hole is soaked, my underwear suddenly uncomfortable.
“Take as much of me as you can in your gorgeous mouth,” he grunts.
“Yes…” I lick and kiss his tip. “Sir.”
“Oh, fuck. You know how to drive me wild.”
I stroke up and down his base as I suck him, then push down further, taking more of him in my mouth.
“Touch your pussy,” he growls. “When you come, I’m going to fucking erupt. Do it now. Do it like you mean it. That’s an order.”
With one hand still on his throbbing length, I slip my other between my legs, up my dress, into my underwear. My clit responds with a pulse of pure pleasure when I massage myself.
He gasps, putting his hand on the back of my head, guiding me up and down his solid length.
I rub myself faster, harder.
“I can feel how close you are,” he growls. “The way you purse your lip, and your hand trembles and grips me harder. I can feel… your… need to come.”
We both vibrate, an earthquake for two. Even the storm raging outside does little to distract me. All I can feel is his desire mixed with mine, his thickness, precome pumping out the head of his cock and into my mouth.
I’m so aroused, even the taste of him is hot to me.
Soon, his breath comes heavily, and he lets out a strangled moan, like he’s struggling to produce the sound.
“Fuck!” He gasps. “Come now, Aurora.”
“Yuh-yes,” I whimper, rubbing my hand up and down my folds, my clit, stroking his cock with the same rhythm.
“Say it,” he groans.
“Yes,” I moan.
“Say it now.”
“Yes, suh-sir.”
The moment I say ‘sir’, my body releases the pent-up pressure, the orgasm seizing me and taking me under. I let out a moan, but my mouth is wrapped around his cock, and all I hear is a muffled noise.
He roars as hot come explodes out of him, shooting down my throat.
“Stay where you are,” he grunts when I attempt to pull away. “Take – every – fucking – drop…”
I swallow his salty release as my orgasm bubbles up in me. Mouthful after mouthful, and there’s no doubt, no regret.
Just heat and a surging pride at making him erupt.
When I finally pull away, he stares down at me. “Don’t say it,” he growls. “It’s better to say nothing than to say it.”
“Say what, sir?”
“Don’t play games with me either.”
“That didn’t feel like a mistake, sir, if that’s what you’re hinting at.”
He stands and pulls up his pants. “You’re a head fuck, Aurora.”
“I think you like that about me, sir.”
I stand, adjusting my skirt as I go. His eyes roam up and down my body straightaway.
“You sound so fucking sexy when you come,” he groans. “No one’s ever turned me on as much as you do.”