Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Roy never praised me. He never told me I was good at anything. He degraded me and made me feel worthless, so the thickness of the bulge in Nero’s pants, and the desperateness in his tone to make me come undone, is addictive.
I feel wanted.
Needed.
I feel fucking invincible, and it is undeniable when I pluck Nero from the floor like he doesn’t stand several inches taller than me and like the digits on my scale aren’t higher than his.
As he kisses me like he knows his attention is reviving my lungs with air, I tug at Nero’s belt and fumble with his zipper.
I pull away from his sinfully delicious mouth when his cock springs free from his pants. He’s so thick, so hard, so mouthwateringly damp on the engorged tip that my train clatters off the tracks before my head hears the pleas of my body.
I fall to my knees and drag my tongue across the crown of his cock, sampling the evidence of his excitement, too impatient to wait.
Nero’s grunt of approval surges my eagerness.
I grip him in my hand before feeding the first inch of his fat cock into my mouth. His heaviness both inside my mouth and in my hand makes me hot all over.
I’m both eager to please him and incredibly aroused that eating me has him hard enough to drill through to the Antarctic.
“Fuck, butterfly,” Nero grunts when I take him to the back of my throat, his hips rocking.
I smile, loving the return of the nickname he only uses outside of the bedroom. It is as if he can see my wings expanding and my confidence soaring.
I suck him faster, greedily, dying to taste his cum once again.
I lose control, assured Nero will help me find my way back.
As Nero’s hip thrusts double, his grip on my hair tightens. He tugs firm enough for the roots to sting, and I love every twinge of pain.
When I flutter my tongue down the vein responsible for the length and girth of his impressive manhood, his thigh muscles bunch as a cussword leaves his mouth. His free hand opens and closes as his head thrusts back.
He’s close, so very close, and I am desperate to push him over the edge.
“Fuck.”
His grunts come out thicker and stronger, as do the droplets of pre-cum leaking from the crown of his cock.
“Mir…”
His murmur of my name is cut short when I hollow my cheeks while swiveling my tongue around his cut crown. I suck gently, like his cock’s head isn’t throbbing with want, and then peer at him to marvel at his loss of control.
While maintaining eye contact, he rocks his hips faster, driving into my mouth with desperate, needy pumps.
My eyes bulge when he buries his cock a little too far, and tears spring, but I encourage the wildness beaming from him by flattening my tongue and relaxing the muscles in my throat, accepting him more profoundly.
He takes every inch of power I award him and thanks me for it by coating my taste buds with the deliciousness of his pre-cum. He fucks my mouth for several long minutes until the pointless gropes of my vaginal walls grow jealous by the attention my mouth is receiving.
I want him to fuck my pussy as hard as he is my mouth, and my prayers are answered two seconds after he pulls off his shirt like he’s a member of the Magic Mike team and folds me over the kitchen island.
14
MIRANDA
Tempy peers up from Nero’s shirt she’s claiming as her own when Nero enters me from behind with one swift thrust. She tilts her head and arches a brow, studying me as adeptly as Nero did when he was on his knees, peeling my panties down my thighs.
Only once she is confident my squeak is from pleasure, not pain, does she return her focus to Nero’s shirt.
“Your dog is a perv,” Nero says, his voice husky with lust as he unlatches my bra.
The straps fall to the counter as he weaves his fingers through my locks. The sting when he tugs my head back causes an avalanche of moans, and a handful of secrets, to spill from my mouth.
“Can you blame her? It takes everything I have not to flop out my tongue and drool anytime I see you. So someone who never leaves the house doesn’t stand a chance.”
I feel his laugh as much as I see it. It vibrates down his cock, making me ache, before it settles at my pulsating clit—the same clit that thuds maddeningly when Nero says, “Brace your foot on the drawer handle. I want to take you deep.”
I do as asked before checking, “Here?”
He grunts in approval before he positions me to a more desirable pose. Then he re-enters me.
I’ve never felt small once in my life, but the way Nero towers over me, and how he moves me around without the slightest grunts of frustration, makes me feel small. I’d even go as far as saying tiny.