Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Instantly, I regret the jerking movement of my chin.
It doubles the swirls of my stomach and has me on the verge of vomiting so notably even Polina prepares to dodge the deluge. She leans to the side before asking, “What do you need?” Her tone is sincere since she’s confident we avoided disaster with a handful of swallows. We weren’t so lucky only yesterday. “I am here for whatever you need.”
Stubborn and feeling like an idiot who can’t handle a bit of withdrawal symptoms, I mutter, “Nothing. I’m good.” I’ve said the same thing the past seventy-two hours because as much as I am grateful for her help, my fuckup isn’t her responsibility. I just need to get over this last hurdle, and I’ll be good.
I hope.
“You don’t look good, Yev.” When I give Polina a look as if to say thanks for the praise, she smiles. “What? It’s the truth. You look like shit.”
Her smile grows when she spots my lips twitching to break into a grin. I’m not as moody when drugs aren’t running through my veins. Don’t ask me if that is a good or bad thing. I won’t be able to answer correctly just yet.
“But I think I know a way I can make you feel better.” Some of the pounding in my head lowers several inches before intensifying when she circles my cock with her hand and strokes it until there’s no doubt my focus will never return to my old crutch. “We’re through the worst of it, so now we just need to steal the focus off one pounding head by forcing it to another aching body part.”
“Fuck,” I hiss out with a sharp breath when she finds enough space between the shower wall and me to wedge her delectable body in the gap.
She’s on her knees.
My erect dick is an inch from her mouth.
Withdrawals are one hundred percent a thing of the past.
The only thing about to buckle is my knees when she swipes her tongue over the crest of my cock before she slowly inches her glossed-up-with-pre-cum lips down my twitching shaft.
My balls pull in close to my body when her gag from taking me to the back of her throat replicates the ones I did before she joined me in the shower.
She hates her gag reflex.
I fucking love it.
After dropping one of my still-shaky hands from the tiles, I weave it through her drenched locks before giving them a playful tug. She was all about hairpulling, booty spankings, and dick choking when she was giving head before our six-month split. I can’t spank her ass since the shower is compact and I doubt I have the strength, but I will fulfill her other two requirements even if it kills me.
“Come on, Polly. Take me deeper. I know you have it in you.”
The shivers trekking through me shift to pleasurable when I push in a little too far and her gag vibrates my knob.
“Fuck. That noise out of that mouth.”
She moans greedily when I thrust back into her mouth again, and then she drags her tongue along the vein feeding my cock.
“Suck me hard and fast. Remind me how stupid I was for thinking I needed anything more than this.”
As the pains that kept me awake all night merge into something more wicked, I fuck her mouth hard, fast, and recklessly. I lose control of the sensation I once believed I’d never enjoy again while taking what I need from the ravishing beauty on her knees in front of me.
I’ll return the favor. Abandoning my obligations is not what I’m about, but fuck me, I’d be a hypocrite if I made out I didn’t want to stay here for eternity. Polina knows how to give head. She could make me a minute man if I were willing to make a fool of myself more than my drug addiction already has.
Considering she stripped my bed twice the past three days due to excessive night sweats instead of naughty activities, I’ll hold back.
After circling my shaft firmly in one hand, she jacks me off while her lips pay a heap of attention to my swollen crown. She swivels her tongue along the slit in the middle before twirling it around the taut and stretched skin covering the tip.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter with a roar when she sucks down hard. She has only a couple of inches of my cock in her mouth, but combined with the sensation of her hand pumping me while the other fondles my balls, you’ve got the perfect amount of friction.
I’m on the verge of losing control, which sees me bringing back the gags I love.
I don’t force her to swallow me deep. I merely use my grip on her hair to pull her off my cock, the sting of her roots pulling from her scalp enticing her eagerness to recapture my dick between her succulent lips.