Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“Keys.” Her voice came out breathy.
“Yeah, hurts so good, doesn’t it? Kneel on the blanket.”
While she carefully complied, he stripped, needing his body bare to allow her access to his cock and balls. “Turn around and face away from me.”
She was very careful complying with his order. The ginger was definitely working.
“Hands on your thighs and leave them there. Do it now and then lean back all the way so your head is right where it needs to be.” He wrapped both hands in her silky hair, that bright red hair that was like a waterfall of rubies, guiding her. She had to feel like she was falling, bending over backward, but she did as he asked.
Keys sat on the edge of the bench, his cock so ready for her. He supported her head as she complied. His cock and balls brushed her face. “I want you to start with my balls and concentrate only on my pleasure. You know I’ll see to yours, but this is for me. This is one of those times when you might get scared but trust me to see you through it.”
He watched her eyes. Yeah, the scare factor had just shot through the roof, but he knew that was part of the thrill for Lyric. Her tongue swept up and over his balls. Just that first touch, seeing her in the moonlight, the clamps, her squirming bottom where the root was now pressed deep because there was no give on the ground and her beautiful face tilted up toward his groin as she worshipped his balls nearly had him coming. Her throat was arched perfectly, and he imagined what it would look like stuffed full of him.
Lyric was always thorough in anything she did for him, and she took her time, sucking and kissing, licking, her tongue dancing before he tightened his grip on her scalp, unable to wait another minute for the feel of her lips around his cock.
“Get your lips wet. Your mouth needs saliva, baby. You’ve got something big coming and you’re going to take it all.”
She complied without hesitation, her eyes on his. He loved that. Loved that she was so willing to give him something that had to be scary. For him. She did it for him.
“Open.” He was deliberately gruff. She was going to have to trust him. He’d told her she couldn’t use her hands. He caught her jaw and used pressure to open her mouth, letting her know he intended to be in charge. In one rough move, he thrust his cock into that hot haven of pleasure.
Her mouth was a tight, hot furnace setting him on fire. It took every ounce of control he had to gentle his movements, retreating and then reclaiming the hot tunnel of agonizing tightness. Her gaze clung to his, and the absolute trust there sent his heart into overdrive. He’d never experienced such lust. And he’d never experienced such overwhelming love. The combination of two such intense emotions added to the passion.
“Stop,” Keys ordered. He pulled out of her mouth before he could change his mind. He’d been waiting for over a week for this night, and he wanted it to go the way he’d planned for her.
He helped her sit up, his fingers gently massaging her jaw for a moment, and then he slid onto the blanket, lying flat. “Lie on top of me, your pussy and ass over my chest, and take my cock back in your mouth.” Now his heart was wild, beating nearly out of his chest. His cock was actually painful, it was so hard.
He waited until she complied, her breath warm on his jerking cock. He dragged out another toy, one Storm had designed. It was a very fancy dildo, flashing as though lightning struck over and over. The dildo pulsed to a program, and he eased it into her slick pussy, cramming her full. He waited a moment until she relaxed, allowing her body to accept the feeling of fullness. He turned the toy to the preprogrammed setting. The thing surged into her with a distinct rhythm. Hard. Rough. The way he liked to fuck her. It also held the barest hint of ginger juice. It would burn, not like her ass, but still, it would soak into her soft tissues and provide her with a completely different experience.
“Take my cock as deep as you can. Relax your throat. This time, you’re going to suck me dry and swallow every drop. You’re going to know what it’s like to be stuffed full. Your pussy, your ass and your mouth. It’s the closest you’re ever going to come to having three men, babe. I don’t share. I’d kill a man for putting his hands on you.” He meant that too. He didn’t understand how he could be so possessive, feel as if she were a part of him, the air in his lungs, the heart of him, but he couldn’t do without her. He’d never harm her, he loved her too much, but any other man touching her wouldn’t fare so well.