Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Yet my cock is harder than it’s been all night, neglected between my legs, probably dripping with precum for him to see.
His palm is below my chin again a moment later and he pushes my jaw down and open, finally sliding onto my tongue.
I’m then filled with him.
Inch by inch of Sev’s cock slides inside me, and the sensation is so new, so different, that I don’t even try to retaliate.
He pushes slowly into my mouth like it’s his territory to claim. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment and when I open them again, he tilts my head so that I’m looking in his eyes again through the holes in the mask.
“Very good,” he utters in a low tone, sliding deeper.
Shoving in harder, now, as he reaches the back of my throat.
The hardwood floor bites against my knees. A breeze blows in from the balcony and the sheer white material of the curtains brushes up against the side of my face, a soft, sweet kiss of touch in contrast to the way Sev’s shoving into my mouth.
“You’re never coming here again, understand?” he murmurs.
As if I can fucking answer like this.
I start to hum around him but he pushes in hard, fully pushing into my throat. And all at once, I realize I can’t breathe.
My airway is cut off.
I tilt back again to look up at him through the eye holes of my mask and I see him looking down at me, calmly. Not smiling, but somehow still amused.
Of course he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Everything burns like fire.
My throat, my chest, my knees on the floor. My skin starts to feel hot all over, like I’m being tested, and I’m about to fail.
And somehow my cock is even harder from this, screaming to be touched.
I could come from this.
The thought splinters through my brain like a shattering crack and I hate it as much as I could hate anything.
Fuck.
He pulls out all at once and I choke on my own spit suddenly, leaning over and coughing. Pins and needles wash over my legs and each breath of air I take in feels necessary.
“Am I your first dick?” he asks.
“Fuck you,” I manage to choke out before coughing again.
Yes.
His tip is up against my mouth a moment later and this time there’s nothing slow about it. He pushes in like he expects me to take him deep now.
It is intrusive.
It’s wrong.
I’m revolted by my own reaction, like my body is betraying me, responding to this like I want it when I wish I didn’t. Not with him.
I’ve never had someone else inside me. In any way, for any reason. It’s the type of thing I used to think I’d punch a guy in the nuts for, but here I am on the floor for him, letting this happen, molten on the inside due to some sick combination of guilt and sick curiosity.
“Not going to let you ruin the rest of this school year for me, Knox,” he says, his hand landing on the side of my head, warm and heavy. “Not like last year. You can swallow my cum like the good boy you try so hard to be, and you’re going to remember how I taste every time you see me.”
He takes my throat again for a few beats and that fire appears in my chest again.
The fuck is that?
Something about him cutting off my air stokes something inside me. His hand is gripping the hair at the side of my head, pulling me backward to give him a better angle, and some part of me wants to show him I can go deeper.
He’s the one fucking my throat right now, yet I still have the urge to provoke him.
Take it further.
Pretend that I could do this all day.
If you think you can bruise my ego like this, you’re going to have to try a lot harder, Sevan.
I moan around him when he pulls back, giving me air again. I wipe at my slicked lips with the back of my hand, then finally push upward on my mask.
“Tired of this thing,” I mutter, tossing it to the side.
It hits the floor with a clatter and when I look back up at Sev, I can see him more clearly than before.
Every inch of hard muscle.
Every stroke of ink across his skin.
And his cock, slicked and hard.
His eyes are like a death sentence as he looks down at me.
“You’re never coming here again, do you understand?” he says softly.
“I don’t want to be in this fucking house to begin with. Already got what I came here for.”
He pries my mouth open with two of his fingers again, sliding them onto my tongue. This time he keeps them there while he stuffs his cock in beside them.
My mouth is stretched so far it hurts.