Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“You want to fuck me more, don’t you?” His steel-hard cock suggests he absolutely does. “Would you fuck me now if I asked?”
“It’s taking all my willpower not to touch you.”
“That’s good.” I stroke him faster, up and down, gliding root to tip. “I didn’t give you permission.”
His eyes blaze into mine. His jaw’s set and locked. “You’re teasing me.”
“A little bit. But I’m also enjoying this.”
“You know what’s funny?” He leans forward suddenly, propping himself on one elbow, his mouth coming close to mine. I gasp in surprise, stroking him faster. He moves so fast, but he doesn’t cross the line. His breath is warm on mine and I can almost taste his minty, whiskey-tinged tongue. I want it, silky and delicious, dominating me, drinking me down, but I don’t move. Except for my hand. “You think you’re winning.”
Desire fills my head like liquor. I’m dizzy and excited. I go faster, pumping my little fist along his big dick. “Seems like you’re the one jerking off in the shower while picturing me.”
“Only because I know what I want, while you’re walking around pretending like you don’t want me to fuck you into a quivering mess.”
“Shit.” I bite my lip to stop from moaning. “You really think that?”
“I think you’re trying to decide if you want me to come or not. But either way, I get what I want.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole.” I stroke him harder now, faster and faster. “You conceited prick.”
“You beautiful fucking girl. I want to destroy your lovely ass with my tongue. I want to fuck you until you scream. I’ll pull your hair and fill your pretty fucking mouth with my cock. Unleash me, Charlie. Ask me to touch you. Tell me you want me to fucking ruin you.”
“Go to hell, you arrogant asshole.” I stroke his tip and watch as his eyes glaze in pure bliss. “You’ll die before you ever feel my tongue on your cock.”
“Oh, fuck,” he whispers, and I watch his control slip. “Damn it, Charlie.”
“Are you going to beg now? Are you going to beg me to suck you? You want me to slip your big dick in my mouth, don’t you? I’ll get my spit all over your shaft. I don’t mind making a mess.”
“God damn it,” he moans, eyes rolling back. I jerk him harder, pumping his massive head and stroking down his shaft.
“Come on, beg me. I know you want to. Break for me, Stefano. Beg your wife to taste you.”
His eyes lock onto mine. The pure yearning is the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen in my life. “Please, Charlie. Suck my fucking cock. Give me what I need.”
God, yes, oh my god, I shove him back and lean forward, taking his tip into my mouth, salty and warm, and I suck him hard because he finally shattered for me, he bent and I won, and I suck his tip and lick him and let my spit slide down his shaft as I take him deep into my throat—
He bursts on my tongue. His moans are low guttural roars. I keep going, licking and sucking, swallowing him, moaning as I do it. I’ve never felt so turned on in my life, never been so powerful before. To make a man like him give me what I want, that’s the sweetest sin I’ve ever tasted. His warm, salty cum fills my mouth, and I pull back, gasping for air when he’s finally done.
I stare at him in the darkness. He’s breathing hard and looking back, face a mixture of bliss and horror. I put my fingers in my mouth, licking what’s left of him from them.
“Are you sure you’re winning?” I ask when I’m done.
He doesn’t answer. Only watches me with lust and need all over his face. I stare back before finally tearing myself from the bed and retreating into the bathroom.
I lock the door behind me.
All it takes is ten seconds of stroking my clit before I come so hard I nearly black out, biting down on a towel to keep him from hearing.
Fuck. God, that was so good. And so fucking stupid. I fix myself in the mirror, taking another couple minutes to get myself together.
When I climb back into bed, it’s like nothing happened.
He’s sleeping or pretending to sleep.
I’m tossing and turning.
But now the game’s getting more complicated, and all I know is I want to keep playing.
Chapter 17
Stefano
It’s early evening as I pull over to the side of the road on a quiet highway in the middle of the Jersey pine barrens. Huge scrubby trees tower over a parked truck, its four-ways flashing. Traffic blows past, their headlights casting long shadows. I walk slowly toward where the driver’s sitting on the back gate, legs kicking, toying with something in his lap.
“You better have a good reason for this,” I call out. The driver’s an older guy called Chatty. It’s an ironic nickname since the guy doesn’t talk all that much. He’s grizzled and beaten up from years behind the wheel running long routes, and he’s one of our more experienced and skilled employees.