Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
The car smelled of my pussy and of his aftershave.
He watched me, not speaking as I freed him with shaking hands, overcome with need, with a desperate hunger I’d never felt before. There was an urgency, to lose myself in him before reality came rushing in, before the sensible, false part of me tried to stop me from doing this.
His cock was big. Gorgeous and big. His body tightened as I ran my hands over it. I grinned as I leaned down to take him in my mouth. My tongue moved over him, exploring his hard cock, tasting the pre-cum that beaded at his head. I kept my grip around his base, firm, moving in tandem with my mouth. The sound he let out from the base of his throat told me he liked what I was doing. Of course he did. Just like he’d made an art out of fingering my pussy, I was somewhat of an expert at sucking dick. It was something I enjoyed, something I loved doing with the right man. But it was beyond that with him. This powerful, dangerous man. I had him at my mercy, and the mere idea of that sent heat hurtling through my body.
He only let me suck him for a handful of seconds before he pulled me off of him. Somehow, in one fluid motion he was sitting in the middle seat, and I was up, straddling him, his wet cock poised at my entrance.
My hands reflexively went to his shoulders to steady myself. Beyond that, I needed to touch him. If I could press my fingers so they sunk into his flesh, I would’ve. The ferocity in his eyes, the tightness of his grip hinted to me that he wanted the same from me. He wanted to break through my skin, explore my fucking insides.
We stayed like that for less than a moment, staring at each other, gripping one another as hard as we could, saying everything that needed to be said in a single look.
In one smooth motion, he lowered me down, filling me up. My scream was silenced by his lips crashing against mine. I tasted blood, unsure if it was mine or his. All I knew was that I needed to keep going. Keep tasting him. Keep fucking him.
The car we were driving in was extremely fancy. I was not overly familiar with cars, being a born and raised Manhattanite, but I was accustomed enough with wealth to understand that this was something beyond rich.
Despite it being extremely impressive, there was no little window that raised to separate us from the driver. At some point, I noted this. That there was another human being, mere feet away, who could see us, hear us, smell us.
That fact should’ve given me pause. Should’ve stopped me. I’d done some dark shit in my past, and I was not unfamiliar with having men watch while other men did things to me. It may have excited me in my younger years, but it was something I’d grown out of.
I didn’t stop, though. Mostly because he didn’t stop. If I’d given any inkling that I was uncomfortable, he would’ve stopped. Fuck, I don’t know that for sure, but I needed to believe that to stay sane. Not that I gave any inkling that I was uncomfortable. Not because I was getting off on being fucked with a stranger mere feet away from us but because I couldn’t stop. Because I didn’t know how to breathe without his cock inside me.
So I kept riding him, eyes locked with his, watching as he came closer and closer to climax. My own orgasm was chasing me, threatening me with complete and utter destruction, and I raced toward it.
We weren’t using a condom. He hadn’t moved to put one on, and I hadn’t mentioned it, even though I had one in my purse. Which was unthinkable for me. Despite everything I’d done in my youth, despite how wild, depraved and sadistic things got, I always protected myself. Always kept that one layer between me and other men, making sure no one got too close. No one got to feel that. Feel me.
A rule I’d had for years, decades, crumbled in the face of this man.
The one I didn’t even know the fucking name of.
Since I was on top, I was in control. I could see the muscles of his neck tighten even farther, watched the expression on his face change, telling me that he was seconds away from coming inside of me. I also knew that, because my own release was moments away. When I tightened around him, he’d explode. Inside of me.
Something no other man had ever done.
I was on birth control because I was certain of what I wanted. Or what I didn’t want, and I never left anything up to chance.