Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” he said, but it came out less composed than before. “Take it. Let me use that pretty mouth.”
I tried to, the best I could. I held still because he had told me to, because I was afraid not to, because some deeper and much more humiliating part of me wanted desperately to do it well. He thrust again, and this time the gag came anyway, my throat convulsing hard around him. I made a helpless sound.
Instead of stopping, he swore under his breath. “Fuck.”
The sound shocked me almost as much as the thrusting. Porter did not seem like a man who swore because his body had forced the word out of him. But his hand tightened in my hair and his cock drove into my mouth again and I understood, in the most shameful possible way, that it felt incredibly good to him.
Pride bloomed in me at once, ugly and hot. I had done that to him. I was the reason his breathing had roughened, the reason he had lost some of that perfect, smooth control. I was on my knees with my mouth full of his cock, and the thought made me burn with shame, but beneath the shame something in me lifted, pleased and feminine and depraved.
He withdrew almost all the way and then thrust himself back into my mouth in a hard stroke. Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes. My hands clutched at his thighs. His muscles bunched beneath my fingers. The room narrowed to the pressure in my mouth, the salt taste of him, the ache in my jaw, the sound of his breathing.
“Such a good little slut,” he said hoarsely.
The word struck straight between my legs. My hips jerked with the force of it. Slut. From him. Said not with contempt exactly, but with possession. I felt my pussy pulse so hard that for one insane second I thought I might actually come from the shame of hearing it while his cock was in my throat.
He must have felt me tense, or heard the tiny sound I made around him, because he gave a soft laugh that turned into another grunt.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you,” he murmured. “Naughty little thing.”
Horror traveled through me, a tingle in my toes that rose to white heat in my scalp. Because, yes… my body liked it. I liked it.
I liked being called filthy names while I knelt naked on my wealthy sponsor’s carpet and let him use my mouth. I wanted to deny it, but denial had become impossible in the face of the wet heat throbbing between my legs and the involuntary way my hips kept trying to move.
He fucked my face a little harder.
“Look at you,” he said, voice thickening. “Trying so hard to be good while I use you like a cheap whore.”
A strangled little whimper escaped me.
“That’s right. Take it.” His hand left my hair just long enough to thumb at the corner of my mouth where saliva had gathered, then he put it back and pushed in again. “I can’t wait to fuck that sweet little cunt.”
My thighs trembled.
“And your adorable bottom,” he added, the phrase so appallingly intimate that my whole body lit up with answering shame. “God, Alex. I’m going to have so much fun inside your little bottom.”
I gagged again, from the sheer depth.
He growled at that, deep in his chest. His hips had lost any pretense of measured teaching now. He was still careful in the sense that he gave me air, but appetite had come to the surface. He used my mouth because it pleased him, because he wanted to, because I belonged under his power like this for the moment and he intended to enjoy it fully.
I could tell he had gotten close, just from the way his body changed against my hands, from the tension in his thighs, from the roughness of the sounds he let out now, from the way each thrust seemed to carry less deliberation and more need.
The realization thrilled me so much I wanted to hide from myself, somehow.
He pulled me off him just far enough that I could breathe through my mouth as well as my nose, and I gasped. Saliva stretched obscenely between my lips and his cock before breaking.
“Open,” he snarled.
I opened at once, my whole body seeming to clench at the hunger in that word, his utter disdain for my comfort.
He thrust back in and held me there for a second, then gave two hard, deep strokes that made my eyes flood again. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re going to swallow for me in just a moment.”
CHAPTER 14
Alex
My stomach flipped. I had never done that. I had told myself I would never do that… swallow a man’s semen the way I knew some women did.