Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Fucking Christ, you’re killing me,” he groans and places both hands on each side of my face. His large, calloused palms rub against my skin as he drags his thumbs across my cheekbones gently.
Before I can even think about objecting, he pulls my head toward him, filling my mouth with enough of his huge cock to cause my gag reflex to kick in.
Instinctively, I try to pull away. Placing my hands on his knees, I shove at him, but he only tightens his grip on me.
“No backing out now. I’m too far gone to let you stop. You’re going to suck this cock until I come down your pretty little throat.”
Panic slithers up my spine as he takes control of my head, using my mouth for his pleasure. He starts out with shallow thrusts but quickly speeds up and goes deeper with every push. I gag around his length, but that only seems to egg him on further. Blinking away the tears, I watch his face closely as it twists in pleasure. He obviously enjoys this display of power because he’s reveling in the way he has full control of me.
During his relentless assault, saliva starts running down my chin, and tears fall from the corners of my eyes. His thrusts become violent, and each one ends with the tip of his cock bumping against the back of my throat. My vision becomes blurry from both the tears and the lack of air. I let my eyes flutter shut.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Close your eyes and keep them closed.”
I follow his command. Squeezing my eyes shut, I concentrate on keeping my throat lax.
“I bet your cunt is nice and wet by now, wishing I would shove my cock in your tight hole.” At his words, I squeeze my legs together. I want to shake my head but realize shamefully that there is in fact moisture between my folds.
“I’m sorry to disappoint your pussy, but I don’t fuck girls like you.”
I flinch at his words, which deem it a reminder of what exactly we are doing here. I’m offering my body for him to use me as he pleases. That’s all this is and all it will ever be.
Relaxing my throat as much as I can, I let him do just that… use me.
After a few more brutal thrusts, he stills. His cock swells impossibly large, and a warm substance spills into the back of my throat. He holds me there for another moment, cutting off my air supply and making my head swim from the lack of oxygen.
When he finally lets go of me, I suck in air like I desperately need it. As I catch my breath, I watch his face in wonder, mesmerized by the display of absolute bliss. His head is tipped back, his eyes are closed, and his face is relaxed, making him look a few years younger. Something tells me he doesn't let himself experience this kind of pleasure often.
An odd sense of pride fills me. I made that happen. I made him feel like this.
That misplaced pride is quickly forgotten when he opens his eyes, and the haze of post-orgasm elation slips from his expression.
“That was really fucking good, but it’s time for me to leave,” he explains and starts tucking his half-hard cock back into his pants.
The salty taste he left behind on my tongue turns bitter at the realization of what I’ve just done. No matter how much I need this money, and no matter the reason, I still became a prostitute tonight.
Lost in thought, I flinch when he reaches out for me. Grabbing me under my arms, he lifts me up like an adult would a child. My legs are stiff as he comes to a stand and makes me stand in front of him. I’m still completely naked while he is completely clothed.
“Here.” He shoves something at me, and when I lower my eyes, I realize it’s a stack of one-hundred-dollar bills. “Take it,” he urges.
My hand moves on its own, and I grab the wad of cash without a word.
“I’ll see you around.” And with that, he turns and leaves. I don’t watch him walk out, but I hear the door open and shut. The air shifts with the absence of his body. The room suddenly feels larger, emptier, and colder. The only sounds that remain are the soft music in the background and the heavy beating of my heart.
I stand there for another moment, wearing nothing but a pair of heels with who knows how many thousands of dollars in my hand. Shame threatens to swallow me whole, and I know if I don’t move soon, I will be here all night.
Shaking my head, I snap out of it. Putting the cash on the side table next to his half-finished drink, I gather my clothes from the floor and dress in a hurry. I quickly count the cash, which adds up to be eight thousand dollars.