Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
His lip curls deliciously. “Tap my thigh twice if it’s too much or you don’t like it.”
“Okay.” I’m nervous, but excited, because with Flip I’m safe to explore and learn what I like.
“And don’t be afraid to make it messy and loud.”
He winds my hair gently around his fist and I open for him. He eases inside my mouth, only pushing in a few inches before he shifts his hips back. He takes it slow, praising every new inch I take. I moan and suck and make wet slurping sounds that put a dark smile on his gorgeous, intense face as he gently fucks my mouth.
“Such a good little pet.” He pushes in deeper. “I think I’ll keep you forever.”
I moan softly at the praise.
“Would you like that, kitten?”
I hum my affirmation.
He starts to pull out, and I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard. His eyes roll up and his hand tightens in my hair. “You keep doing that and I’m going to come,” he warns.
I channel all the dirty Cammie fic energy I can as I pop off with a wet sound. “I want you sliding down my throat.”
Flip grins. “You’re a revelation, Tally.” He pushes back inside, and I take as much as I can. His body goes taut and his head snaps back, a shudder running through him as he comes and I swallow him down.
There’s real power in this feeling. I do this to him. I make him feel good, turn him on, give him what he needs.
He gently eases me off his spit-covered cock and drops to his knees on the floor in front of me. He wipes the spit from my chin, cups my face in his palms, and slants his mouth over mine, kissing me hungrily.
Eventually he pulls back. “Have you been practicing on Popsicles?”
“Frozen bananas, actually.” I can always use the potassium.
He laughs and slides his hands under my arms, lifting me to my feet along with him. “You can practice on me anytime you want.”
“I did good?”
“Amazing. Good pets get a reward.” He carries me to the bed and lays me out on top of the comforter. He skims the cuffs. “Keep these on or take them off?”
“Keep them on.”
A deep groan rumbles through him. “You’re literally perfect for me, Tallulah.” He raises my hands above my head and hooks them on one of the wrought-iron curls on my headboard. “This comfortable?”
“Yes.” I press my thighs together, anticipation skittering through me.
“Where should I start?” He tugs his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor.
“Wherever you want.”
He pushes his pants and boxers down his thighs and kicks them off too, leaving him gloriously naked. He skims my temple, dragging a finger down my body as he takes me in, hands bound, tied to my bed, at his whim.
He climbs onto the bed with me and straddles my thighs, gazing down at me with hot eyes. He kisses the same path his finger traveled, stopping to suck my nipples through the thin fabric of my negligee. I roll my hips, desperate for more, for contact, for relief from the ache that flares and grows with every teasing touch.
Flip drags my panties down my thighs and runs his hands up my shins, pushing my legs wide. “It’s play time, kitten.”
“What are you going to do to me?” I whimper.
His eyes lift to mine, full of dirty promises. “Whatever I want.”
He grabs my vibrator, but he doesn’t start fucking me with it right away. Instead, he turns it on and rubs it over my lips, teasing me, taunting me. He stops the vibrations and presses the head against my clit as he stretches out, holding himself above me.
“Please, Phillip.” I roll my hips.
“Please what, pet?” His lips brush mine.
“Please fuck me.”
He turns on the vibrator and I bow off the bed at the intensity. And then he’s sliding it inside me, filling me, fucking me like I asked him to.
“I think about how good it will feel when it’s me inside you,” he whispers.
I groan and swivel my hips.
“When I’m surrounded by you. How sweet you’ll sound when I’m making you come, how pretty you are when you lose control.” He sits back on his heels and grabs the clit sucker.
My eyes flare. All my best orgasms happen with that. He turns it on and positions it over my clit, still fucking me in slow, rhythmic strokes with my vibrator. The sensation is overwhelming, pulling me to the brink. But before I can tip over, he turns it down to the first setting.
“Oh my God, Phillip, please.” I tug against the restraints, writhing in need.
“Ask for what you want. Be explicit.”
“Please let me come,” I beg.
He shakes his head slowly. “Not yet.”
I groan in frustration.
He turns the clit sucker back on, ratcheting up the intensity. Again he pulls it away, and again I beg for him to let me come. Around and around we go, always so close to the edge of an orgasm, but never quite reaching the tipping point. Suddenly the vibrator is gone, and so is the clit sucker.