Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Not realizing how much of Wren’s weight I was holding up, I let her go suddenly, and she falls forward onto her knees.
“Wrong direction but right idea,” I taunt, watching her shuffle around on the floor until she is kneeling in front of me.
She looks up at me with the same mixture of fear and hatred I’ve come to enjoy so much. If I wasn’t already rock hard, I would be now.
Before she can change her mind, I unzip my pants and free my cock from my underwear.
“I don’t have to tell you what will happen if you decide to bite me?”
“I won’t,” she grits through her teeth, her words not reassuring.
“I will pull out your teeth one by one,” I threaten. “Don’t think I’m bluffing.”
“Hell, I’ll do it if he doesn’t,” Carter warns, reminding me of his presence.
“I won’t,” she repeats, a little more believable this time.
“Get to it then.” I point down at my dick.
She licks her lips and leans forward, opening her mouth to catch the tip of my cock between her lips. Her hot tongue hesitantly swipes along the side of my cock, and I almost lose control right then.
Her eyes are closed, her dark lashes fanning against her cheek.
“Look at me,” I order, wanting to see her eyes. To my surprise, she does right away. Her eyelids flutter open before her icy glare locks with mine.
Her lips stretch around my girth as she takes me deeper into her mouth. She is taking as much as she can without gagging when she pulls back and repeats the process. I let her set her own pace for a while, simply enjoying looking into her eyes while her mouth is filled with my cock, but after a few moments, the beast inside me roars to life, and I have no choice but to take control.
I grab her head between my palms. “Open your mouth and keep your throat relaxed.”
Her eyes go wide, and her hands fly up to circle my wrists, but she has no choice but to do as I say while I hold her in place and thrust my dick into her throat.
She gags immediately and starts to struggle, but what little fight she has left is futile against me. I fuck her throat hard and fast, letting all my aggression out on her until her face turns dark red, and I know she’s had enough. I pull my cock out and let her take a few desperate breaths before doing it all over again.
Her eyes are still on mine, though, and they are filled with tears now. Some spill out at the sides, running down her cheek and leaving wet tracks on her skin. Using my thumb, I wipe one away while slamming into her throat over and over again. Her tits jiggle in the background.
Lucky for her, it doesn’t take long before my balls tighten and a tingle spreads from the bottom of my spine.
“I’m about to come, and you are going to swallow every fucking drop. If you lose some, I’ll make you lick it off the floor,” I growl between savage thrusts.
I shove my cock inside her two more times before I explode. I hold myself deep inside as ropes and ropes of sticky cum coats the inside of her throat. Her face is red again when I finally pull out and release her head.
Wren immediately slumps forward, her arms around her stomach as she throws herself into a coughing fit. Her long, thick hair hiding her face from me as I lean down to pat her back gently. “You’re fine, just breath,” I tell her, almost feeling a bit bad for her… almost.
11
WREN
My lungs cramp and my throat aches as I try my best to get my breathing under control. Shame and humiliation fill me as I’m on my knees with the taste of Briggs’s cum on my tongue.
When I agreed to do this, I never thought it would be this bad. I’ve never given a blow job before, but I can’t believe what Briggs just did to me is normal in any way. I couldn’t breathe. I thought he was going to kill me. Choking me with his cock.
Now the asshole is patting my back, trying to calm down the storm he caused.
I wish I’d chosen the hand jobs, but at the time, this seemed like the lesser of two evils. Why? Because at least I only had one guy to touch. It was probably irrational, but the thought of having any kind of sexual relations with three guys instead of one had made my choice easy. Maybe it’s a little of my mom’s fault too. She is known to jump from guy to guy and the last thing I want is to be like her.
I know it’s not the same. I’m very aware of not having a choice here. Well, not one that matters anyway. I’m pretty sure now that I chose wrong.