Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Yes, my filthy little plaything. Just like that. Open up for me.”
She squeezed my cock and pumped me with that praise, making me moan and flex and reach.
“You’re ready,” she assured me, though I wasn’t sure I shared her confidence. “Breathe.”
I sipped in air.
I held it for a long breath.
Then I did my best to relax, to let every drop of air out as I sent that message to my lower half.
And Livia worked the plug inside me.
There was so much lube, I was surprised how easily it popped in. There was one slight moment of discomfort when the largest part of it passed the rim, but as soon as it was in, the pain was gone, and in its place was just an unfamiliar and exciting feeling of fullness.
“Fuck, Carter,” Livia breathed. “This is so hot, seeing you plugged for me.”
She moved the plug then, tilting it until the smooth metal pushed against my prostate.
And I let out a moan so loud I wasn’t sure it belonged to me.
“Oh, yes,” Livia praised. I looked over my shoulder at her and nearly died at the satisfied curl of her lips, of how hungry her eyes were where they watched what she was doing to me. “You love it, don’t you?”
“I… I don’t know.”
She pressed the toy down again, this time moving it side to side a bit as her other hand worked my cock in three long, smooth strokes.
I cried out, flexing into her hand, my legs trembling. It felt so fucking good.
“Yes,” I amended. “I like it. I like it.”
“That’s right. You like when I plug your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You like when I stroke your thick, heavy cock and play with your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cursed the word, holding back against every instinct in me that wanted to just let go and come.
“You’ll let me peg you one day,” she promised. “You’ll beg for it. But tonight, you want to be inside me for the first time, don’t you? You want me to ride your cock with this plug in your ass, don’t you?”
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes.”
Livia released my cock, and my body trembled violently at the loss. It was like the edging lesson all over again as she helped me stand, guiding me carefully over to the bed. Every step with the plug had it rubbing against my prostate, and I didn’t know whether to moan and give in, or cry from how hard it was to resist chasing that friction.
“On your back, Rook.”
I did as she said, lying down on the black sheets.
“Play with yourself while I undress for you.”
Instantly, my hand was on my cock, and I shivered with relief at the first pump. Livia smiled as she watched me, her fingers deftly removing all the lace and nylon covering her body. I watched each piece come off and slide to the floor like I was hypnotized. It was so sensual, how the fabric revealed her in a way I’d never witnessed before, how the lace pattern disappeared and left only smooth, inviting skin behind.
The fire set her silhouette in a glow, her hair in long braids tonight that fell over her shoulders and shielded her breasts once she’d uncovered them. When she bent to take her garters off, I couldn’t help it. I moaned and fucked my hand faster.
“I could watch you forever and it wouldn’t be long enough,” I breathed.
Livia paused, her eyes finding mine in the low light. I would have sworn I saw something of a shy dip of her chin, but this was Livia fucking Young we were talking about. As soon as I thought I saw it, the moment was gone, and she climbed onto the bed.
Onto me.
“I’d rather you taste me, instead.”
She straddled my face then, and when I went to grab her hips, she swatted my hand away.
“Touch your cock. Taste my pussy.”
Fuck.
Every dirty command had me closer to the edge, and when she sat her cunt on my mouth, I groaned, tongue darting out to taste her as soon as I could. I followed her lead, licking and sucking while she set the pace.
And when she was ready, when she was panting and moaning, she moved my hand away from my cock and started sliding down my body until she was sitting in my lap.
“Make me come, Carter,” she said, her lids hooded as her eyes fastened to mine. She reached down and grabbed my wet cock, sliding it between her pussy lips and making me arch off the bed in a cry of ecstasy. “Don’t let me down. Show me you can do it. Show me how well you listen.”
Then she pressed up onto her knees, wedged the head of my cock into her pussy, and sank all the way down.
“Fuuuuck.”
The word dragged out of me like a smoker’s rasp, all the air deprived of my lungs by the way it felt to have her take me inside. I felt every slick, tight press of her walls, felt her hug me like a glove, like she was made for me, like we were made for this.