Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Tor’s cock is long and thick, slightly curved, with veins running along the length. Carefully, I reach for it. I’m not sure how sensitive it is or how I’m supposed to handle it.
Much to Russell’s disappointment, this is the first time I’ve ever touched one.
The head is swollen and soft. I brush my finger over the slit, and Tor makes a sound in his throat that is definitely enjoyment.
I perk up, my gaze darting to his handsome face. I want to see what he likes, so I lean forward and give it an experimental lick.
“Christ.”
Yep, he likes that.
I lick it again, using more of my tongue this time. Experimenting further, I kiss along the side of it, then lick my way back up to the crown.
Tor reaches for my hair, tugging the ponytail loose and shaking it out so my dark hair falls loose around my shoulders. I keep working as he does, taking his cock into my mouth, gripping the base of it in my hand.
“That’s fucking perfect, baby,” he says, caressing the side of my face as I suck him. “You’re a natural.”
My heart rate kicks up a notch at his endearment, and it makes me work harder to please him. I find a rhythm, kissing and sucking and licking, then taking him into my mouth, a little deeper each time.
Tor lets me control the rhythm for a few minutes to learn my way around, but then he sinks his fingers into my hair to grip my skull, and I feel his demand to hand over the reins.
I let him guide me, holding my head and forcing me to take more of his cock. He increases the speed, too, using my face, fucking it. I gasp for breath as he shoves his cock so deep, I struggle to take it. I squirm, my nails digging into his thighs, but he pushes deeper, and I start to feel panicky. I can’t breathe.
“Relax.”
His deep voice grounds me. I don’t know what to do, but he sounds like he does.
After a second, he lets me pull back, but keeps his hands in my hair, his firm grip on my head.
“Let’s try again.”
His voice is so calm, so steady, so reassuring. I can tell by the sureness of his grip, his tone, his everything, that he knows what he’s doing, and that makes me trust that I can follow his lead.
He shoves his cock deep again, reminding me, “Keep your throat nice and soft.”
I want to please him, so I try, but it’s exceptionally difficult to breathe when he goes that deep.
“Watch your teeth,” he tells me. “You bite me, I’m gonna bite back.”
I smile, or try to, but then he chokes me on his cock again and tears start leaking out of the corners of my eyes.
He does it to me a few more times, until my cheeks are wet with tears, then he pulls me off his cock.
“Okay, that’s enough,” he says, releasing my hair.
I lick my lips, looking up at him uncertainly.
Seeing my question even though I don’t voice it, he assures me, “You did great, but I want your pussy.”
“Oh.” My face is already heated from sucking his cock outside in the dead of summer, but it seems to flush a little more with pleasure at being reassured I did a good job.
Tor helps me up, but instead of putting me back on the bench, he drags me closer until I have no choice but to climb on his lap. His gaze drifts leisurely to my tits, practically in his face in our current position, then he grabs a nipple lightly between his teeth and the shock of it nearly sends me flying off the boat.
He grabs my hips, keeping me firmly planted over his cock in case I was thinking about getting away.
I wasn’t, but he guides my wrists behind my back and grabs them with one hand anyway, locking them against my body and forcing me closer. My heart gallops, my body trapped, as he drags his tongue over my nipple, then takes his time kissing my tits.
“Is your pussy ready for me, pretty girl?”
My stomach rocks, and I nod.
“Yeah?” He pulls back and looks up at me. “Give me a kiss.”
My insides seem to melt. I try to pull my hands free so I can touch his face, but he keeps them pinned behind my back. The position forces my tits forward, so I feel a little awkward practically shoving them in his face when I lean in to kiss him.
His tongue darts out to capture mine, caressing and pulling like a lazy game of tug-of-war. I nip at his full bottom lip, and his eyebrows rise in pleasant surprise.
He jams a finger in my pussy, and I arch, caught off guard. He shoves it deep, stretching me, then he pulls out and grabs his cock. My legs are already forced apart since I’m straddling him on the bench seat, so there’s nothing for me to do as he brings the head of his cock to my entrance and shoves inside.