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)
He guided himself in the beginning, hand on his cock as he flexed in and out. But when I challenged his pace, when I took more of him than he was pushing and gagged a bit, he cursed, both hands coming to cradle my face.
And he surrendered to his need.
His cock slid inside my throat, deep, enough to make my eyes water when he flexed and held it there.
“Yes, Liv. Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
I hummed my approval of the dirty talk, opening my throat and working with my breath as best I could. He was big, and though I’d put myself through deep throat training, it was always a little difficult for me to settle in at first. I had to remind myself I was safe, that I could breathe, that I could take a break any time I needed to.
With that reminder, I relaxed, and used my hands to grab Carter’s ass and help him fuck my throat.
He was tentative at first, slow and reverent from where he watched me above. But the more I swirled my tongue and took him deep, the more I kept my gaze on his, the more erratic he became. He pumped harder, faster, flexing in so deep that I would gag and choke.
And he loved it.
“God, yes. You love choking on my cock, don’t you?”
I moaned and nodded, and Carter’s head fell back, all his muscles coiling.
I knew he was close.
And that was the exact moment I pulled back.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his cock jumping when I left it completely untouched. I loved the sight of it, how he trembled and fisted my ponytail tight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Liv.”
I pinned him with a wicked grin, wiping the corner of my mouth with my thumb before I held up my hands in a silent plea for him to help me stand.
He swallowed hard as he did, his breath fiery and shallow.
“I hope you enjoyed your treat for being a good boy,” I purred, and then I nodded toward my bed. “Now, lie down, lube your ass, and keep fucking that perfect hand of yours while I get ready.”
The storm swirling inside him was so apparent in his wide eyes. There was a little fear there, a little hesitance — but it was overridden by curiosity, by desire, by trust.
“May I kiss you first?”
The question surprised me so much I couldn’t hide my shock. I blinked, lips parting, the words throwing me out of the scene.
Carter didn’t back down. His eyes searched mine, patient.
“Um… yes,” I answered on a whisper. “Yes. You may kiss me.”
I wasn’t sure I understood the relief that washed over him then, but I didn’t have time to process it before his hands were sliding in to frame my face and he was pulling my mouth to his.
The kiss was tender and sweet, longing, like he was trying to speak to me through it. He kissed me once, twice, before opening his mouth and asking me to do the same. His tongue swept in to dance with mine, and electricity sparked between my thighs with the touch.
“Whatever is going on, just know I’m here with you,” he whispered.
And then the sweetness was gone.
The kiss turned hungrier, more frantic, laced with passion and arousal. I wove my hands through his hair and arched into it, and Carter wrapped me up fully, making me feel so safe and protected in his arms.
“I love tasting myself on you,” he rasped against my lips.
I moaned, kissing him harder, all while my heart beat with a very unsteady, very unfamiliar rhythm in my chest.
When he pulled back, my lids were heavier, my hands clinging to his shoulders like I’d fall if he didn’t hold me steady.
Wordlessly, he lifted my hand to his lips to kiss the back of it with a mischievous smirk, and then he did as I commanded, walking to the bed and crawling into it before reaching for the lube.
My pulse ticked up, anticipation thrumming through me like a river.
I stepped into the harness, buckling it tight around my hips as I watched him recline against my pillows. His hand was already between his legs, slick fingers working over himself with slow, deliberate circles.
The sight alone made my breath hitch.
“Such a good boy,” I murmured, adjusting the strap-on, testing the weight of it in my hand. “You take directions so well.”
His eyes darted to mine, heat sparking there. I marked all the proof of his anxiety, from the pinch of his brows to the thick swallow that constricted his throat. But under that surface-level emotion was what I loved to see most.
Excitement.
I crawled up the bed, the mattress dipping under my knees as I came between his spread thighs. My palm slid up his shin, over his knee, tracing the thick muscle of his quad until I rested my hand on his wrist. “Don’t stop,” I instructed. “I want you touching yourself while I’m inside you.”