Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“You want this?” I ask her pinching the tip.
“Yes.” she whines, her knees together as she swallows.
“Come show me.” she walks toward me, no hesitation and stands in front of me. “Kneel.” I tell her, squeezing him harder. He is in my hand jumping, begging for her wet mouth. She bends her knees and kneels in front of my dick, and I swear I almost weep. Watching her do as I demand undoes me every time. “Lick me.” Her tongue peeks out and touches the head tentatively, evoking a hiss from me. She takes these little licks, stopping to check my expression. “Keep going, baby. Shit.” her head bobs up and down, the saliva dripping down my cock. I grab her head, piling her hair on top of her head, giving me the angle to see her mouth as it stretches around my dick, I apply pressure to the top of her head, pushing her further. “Choke on him, my Treasure. Worship him.”
Throwing my head back against the couch, I thrust into her mouth as she pushes her head down my dick. My eyes roll to the back of my head with each gag, the vortex of her throat squeezing me. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Her hands roll my nuts, as she moans, sending vibrations through my whole body.
“Do you need more champagne, Mr. Lassiter?” One of the salesgirls walks into the room and I feel my sweet girl hesitate. The girl walks closer to the chair and Jewel begins to move, attempting to remove her mouth.
“You do not move, little girl. Never shy away from others seeing you on your knees. You should know that any woman who walks in here wishes she were you, baby. She’s seething watching your head bobbing up and down, on this rod. She knows only my Queen could kneel before me, bowing at my throne as I fuck her throat. Don’t ever cower, baby girl.” I hear a gasp over my shoulder and then a muffled apology as the door shuts. “Shit, Jewel. Swallow.'' I growl pushing into her esophagus. My nuts grow heavier, watching her neck widen. “CHOKE.” I yell as I push further down as my seed shoots straight into her. Her mouth opens and face reddens as her airway continues to be blocked by my thrusts and beast. My hips move faster, sweat beading down my head and everything spinning. Everything blackens as her throat begins to convulse before I pull out. She gasps as the rest of my jizz hits her face and she falls forward fighting to remain conscious and breath. I find myself wheezing and fighting for vision.
“Dario.” she faintly whispers, fear seeping out. Lifting her onto my lap, I wipe her face with my handkerchief.
“You did so good, baby. Thank you.” she lays her head on my shoulder and my chest once again begins to ache. Covering her with my jacket, I kiss her cheek. “Come on baby. Let’s go home.” Home has new meaning now.
8
Jewel
I cannot believe I did that. I seriously gave him a blowjob, in the middle of a clothing store. A high end one at that. Never mind the fact that someone came in and saw me on my knees. Jesus. Despite my initial inclination to get up, I found myself getting wet at his power and the way he uses it on me. I want to know more about him.
As I lay here on his chest, naked and depleted yet oddly renewed after another marathon round of hard fucking, I can’t help but feel curious. Anyone from an ocean away can tell he has power beyond being an attorney, but what kind? Tracing his tattoo, I once again am in awe that a lawyer would have so many tats on his body. Across his chest, he has a quote that reads: ‘The loudest one in the room, is the weakest one in the room.’ In the middle of his back, he has some kind of intricate symbol that looks a lot like something you would find on a royal document. Like a crest of some kind, but it is massive and covers a good portion of his back. Above the symbol, across his shoulder is another quote of some kind that reads: ‘All I ever wanted was to be what I became.’ Not to mention the prayer hands on each side of his neck. That he can’t hide from the courtroom. Last but certainly not least, is his family name ‘Lassiter’ over his left pec. He is a beautiful work of art.
“I hear you thinking canary. What is on your mind?” shit. I didn’t know he was awake.
“Well, I have questions, but I am not sure it is ok for me to ask any.” I mean I still am not sure what the hell to expect from this.