Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
“Keep dreaming.”
“You love the way I look at you,” he continues, biting the corner of his lip as he slides his hungry gaze over me. “You love how I touch you.” He flicks a finger over my nipple, drawing a shudder from me. “You definitely love playing hard to get.”
I swat his hand away. “Nikolai!”
“Call me Niko like you did earlier.”
“I did no such thing.”
“You totally did while you shot your cum down my throat. You said Niko in this sexy, needy voice.”
“No idea what you’re talking about.”
He narrows his eyes, but before I can burst into flames, he tugs on my wrist. “Come on. I need your lips around my cock.”
I steal a quick glance at his dick that’s so hard, purple veins bulge on the sides, and a transparent liquid shines at the tip.
“What…” I clear my throat. “What should I do?”
“What I did to you.”
“I will not get on my knees.”
“I went on my knees for you just fine.”
My hand rubs the back of my head and I release a sigh. “I don’t know how to do this, okay? I’ve never…”
“Sucked off another guy?”
I nod slowly. The thought of making a fool out of myself gives me worse nausea than the fact that I actually want to do this.
A part of me is buzzing with the possibility of giving him pleasure as intense as he gave me.
Nikolai’s eyes darken, the blue appearing unhinged, possessive, even, as he wrenches me forward and I fall on top of him, my chest pressing to his.
His heartbeat thunders against mine, and I hiss when my cock brushes against his thigh.
Good grief. I just came, so why the hell am I getting hard again?
I never get hard after a release. Never.
His coarse fingers stroke my jaw, and I’m in awe at how a shiver goes through me at that. Or maybe it’s because of the hooded look in his gaze.
“Just do what you think you’d like when getting a blowjob.”
That’s the fucking problem. I don’t like those.
Well, until now.
“If at a loss, mimic what I did.” He winks. “Now, kneel on me.”
Before I can ask what he means, Nikolai lies on his back and directs me so that I’m turned around and on all fours on top of him. His hard cock is within reach and mine is near his face.
I have never been in such an exposed position before. Have never been comfortable with sixty-nine and, therefore, haven’t done it. I’ve always liked to be in control of every sexual act, even if I was bored out of my mind during it.
Now, however, I don’t feel uncomfortable. It’s more…apprehension mixed with a surge of a foreign thrill.
Before I can think about what it means, Nikolai thrusts his hips up.
“Wrap your lips around my cock, baby.”
His orders send me into a weird frenzy and I fist his dick at the base and stroke it a few times like he did to me. I can’t resist teasing the crown and one of the piercings to test if it feels sensitive.
A drop of precum coats my thumb and I’m rewarded with Nikolai’s grunt. So I do it a few more times while I jerk him until his hips lift off the bed and his delicious noises of pleasure fill my ears.
I register and pay attention to every sudden hitch in his breathing, every movement of his hips, and even the goosebumps that erupt on his thighs.
That way, I know what he likes and keep doing it rougher.
“You’re killing me.” His lustful voice rushes through me like an aphrodisiac.
I smile, loving the idea of killing him.
The thought of a notoriously frightening man like him being so into me is a strange turn-on.
After a few more tugs, I guide him into my mouth and groan around him. I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it when his skin explodes on my taste buds.
Maybe it’s because I’ve wanted to do this for longer than I would like to admit. Maybe it’s because he does taste, and mostly feels, bloody fantastic in my mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Get my cock sloppy and wet,” he rumbles from beneath me, his fingers sliding up and down my balls, teasing, squeezing. “Loosen your jaw. Let me fuck that throat.”
A shiver goes through me and I do as he says, turning into a wanton entity I can’t recognize while I lick the sides of his dick. Precum drips on my tongue and I swallow, squeezing the pierced crown at the back of my throat and keeping it there.
Nikolai grunts, jerks, and thrusts. “Your mouth feels so fucking good. Jesus Christ. Look at you, baby. You don’t even have a gag reflex.”
His hips lift and I can tell he’s holding back, trying not to hurt me or something. So I go harder, jerking his cock at the base and testing what he just said. I bob my head up and down, taking as much of him as I can to the back of my throat with every slurp.