Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“Now this,” I say, gripping the base of his cock in my hand, my fingers not even close to touching, “is what I’m talking about.” His eyes are on me, his neck now off my pillow. I’m about to smirk before my tongue comes out and I lick off the precum from the tip. My tongue goes around the tip once, twice, three times, before I take him into my mouth. He groans and his head falls back onto the pillow, as my hand comes up to meet my mouth. I suck him in my mouth more and more, as deep as I can take him. His head comes back up to watch and when I suck him to the back of my throat, it falls back again, and I see his hands beside him grip the sheets. My watering eyes go to his as my mouth and hand work him. He tries to reach for me, but I let go of his cock and move to his balls. I lick around one then the other and then suck the side of his shaft going back up. His hand goes to the side of my hair, gripping it in his hand as I take him back into my mouth.
“Kylie,” he says my name through clenched teeth and pulls my hair a touch, making me move my hand and my mouth faster and faster. “I’m not going to—” he starts and then knifes up. “I need to fuck you,” he declares, taking my mouth now, his tongue frantically playing with mine. “I need to fuck you more than I need the blowjob.”
“But—” I start to say, but he’s already got me on my back.
“Fuck!” He hits the middle of his forehead with his palm. “I don’t have a condom.”
I turn to the right, reaching over to my bedside table and open the drawer, where I have my trusty vibrator, some lube, and an unopened box of condoms I bought when I came back from Arizona with a plan to have all this sex, which never ended up happening.
“You are lucky I come prepared,” I mumble to him as I open the box, and I feel him lifting one of my legs and kissing my calf. The action is more intimate than I want, so I move it away from his mouth and toss him a condom packet. He brings it to his mouth and tears it open before pulling it out. His eyes are on mine as he rolls it down on his cock. My stomach clenches as he takes the same leg he was kissing and puts it over his shoulder, making my hips lift. He moves his legs closer to me and rubs his cock up and down my slit before sliding it into me. In the slowest motion ever, my neck arches as I feel him stretching me. He slides half of it in before pulling out and doing it again, painfully slow. “Faster.”
“No,” he retorts, rocking on his knees. “If I fuck you faster, I’ll come faster and I’m not ready for it yet.” My whole body feels like it’s going to explode with need. I’ve never in my life wanted something so much, and the feeling both scares me and excites me. He holds the back of my thigh before taking his time slamming into me, his balls hitting the back of my ass.
“So fucking wet.” He moves back out and then into me again. “So fucking tight.” This time when he slams into me, his hips circle as his other hand comes to play with my clit, and I about buck off the bed. My hand goes over my head, and I close my eyes, trying to take it all in. “Swallowing me.” He pulls out again. “Taking me to the back of your throat.” His hand moves down my leg, covering my body with goose bumps as he grips my breast in his hand, rolling my nipple as he fucks me. My hand goes on top of his. His other hand makes its way to my clit as his cock stretches me full; it’s all too much for me. I grip the pillow tight and then his forearm and I come. Like I’ve never come before. “Strangling my cock, baby,” he praises, and I lift my hips and it’s the last straw for him. He pounds into me, moving over me, his hand by my side, my leg pushed down on me as he goes so deep I think I see stars.
His jaw gets tight as I feel another one coming. “How the fuck can you get tighter?” he asks me, and all I can do is bite down on my lip as I come again. I wrap around the arm beside me as he plants himself to the root and roars out my name, “Kylie!” I feel his cock pulse inside of me, his eyes closed. He opens his eyes again, and I look into them as he moves his hips slowly out of me, and I think he’s going to draw out of me, but he doesn’t. No, not fucking Knox, instead of pulling out of me slowly, he starts to fuck me again. His mouth comes down to take mine as my tongue plays with his before he moves to the side. His cock slips out of me, but his hands now hold my head while he kisses the ever-loving shit out of me.