Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
I’ll take the pain.
The brutality.
It’s turning me the fuck on.
Because after this, I’m actually going to own you.
I still have all of the leverage. And I’m going to use it.
5
Niko
Niko, reading comments last Tuesday, 2:12am
Username: Dragonfly
I scroll through the newest comments on my last video.
There are a lot of terrible comments, but some people are my biggest cheerleaders.
Hercules2210: How the fuck do your videos just get better and better?
I don’t know who Hercules is, but his comments always make me smile.
Even when I feel like I have nothing else to live for.
Every time I watch my cock disappear between Ollie’s lips, he lavishes his tongue along my underside so perfectly that I swear he’s trying to worship me.
For the first time all night, I feel unburdened.
I’ve forgotten anything else.
Blissfully in the dark.
His tongue is like a fucking method of hypnosis, and I swear I feel more intoxicated now than I was even when I got slipped that ecstasy.
He’s good.
He’s really fucking good.
I can’t remember the last time someone sucked my dick with so much eager attention, taking his time to lap his tongue on every inch of me whenever I pull back from his throat. It’s good when I cut off his air. Good when I let him breathe again, and then feel his lips tighten around me again for more. Good when he moans for it, and when I feel him swallow around me.
He looks up at me almost like he’s asking for permission, an innocent act even though he’s clearly a complete slut for this just like I am.
I know he despises me.
That makes it better.
I’ve been close to coming a few times already, and every time I see Oliver’s pretty lashes blink as he glances over at the camera, it pushes me closer to the edge.
“Tell me something,” I utter, my words punctuated by heavy breaths. “It gets you off to be filmed, doesn’t it?”
He moans around me as a response.
People who don’t regularly film videos of themselves coming would probably think I’m insane for enjoying it, but Oliver seems to be realizing something that I knew a long time ago. Doing depraved things on camera is a type of pleasure you can’t get anywhere else.
“God, you’re lucky I’m the kind of person who keeps my word,” I tell him, my voice a low growl. “My followers would kill to see me take your throat like this. Never posted a video with anyone else before, but you could be the first. I look better in your mouth than in my own hand.”
I’m not going to post it.
But I like screwing with his mind when I know he can’t talk back.
Oliver’s wrong about everything regarding that last hockey game, of course. I never liked him. I just craved him. I recognized when he got hotter, when he had his ugly-duckling glow-up in our final year of high school and he became very physically attractive. Not that he was ever “ugly” to begin with. Just gangly and shy.
And now you’re hot, infuriating, and a fucking demon who would do anything to have my cock.
The thought alone makes me smile.
I glance over at the camera, seeing how flushed his cheeks look. When I look back down at him it’s like a short-circuit hits my brain.
He hollows his cheeks around me as he sucks, and when he swirls his tongue along the underside of my tip, a rush of sensation floods lower in my body.
“You’re going to make me come,” I tell him.
I meant it as a command.
But it came out more like a realization.
It pisses me off how much control he has over me right now. I reach back with my free hand again and give his neglected hard-on another squeeze.
The moan he makes when I touch him makes me shake.
I can’t hold on much longer.
I move my hand to cup his throat, feeling every little micro-movement of his muscles as I thrust into him.
Sensation starts to build at the base of my cock.
My body is flooding with heat, and I forget everything around me. Forget I’m holding the phone camera. Forget about our history, and how much we hate each other, and anything that isn’t his tight, wet mouth.
“Take my cum, baby.”
The final word slips out even though Oliver doesn’t come fucking close to deserving being called that.
I exhale as I thrust in deep, my thighs tensing so hard they practically shake.
And on the next thrust, I completely lose control.
I look into his eyes as I come, surrounded by the tight heat of his mouth.
“Fuck, Oliver,” I utter as I let go, coming onto his tongue. His eyelids drop as I shoot into his mouth, and he doesn’t stop, tightening around my cock.
Perfect.
Holy God, that is what I need.
He swallows around me, dutiful, like he’s been desperate for my release the whole time.