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)
"That's right, sugar." I wrap my hands in her hair and control the way she's sucking me, pulling me deep into her throat. "Take all of it and take it really fucking deep."
She chokes on me, but I don't offer her a reprieve. Instead, I fuck her mouth harder and faster, and when I pull her back by the mane of her hair, saliva dribbles down her chin, and she grins at me widely, already high on the little pink pill.
"Do you love it?" I ask her, and she's eager to nod.
"I love it. I can't live without it. Give me more, Alaric. Give me all of it."
I bury my cock in her throat again, this time to the hilt. I watch her struggle while I grow harder and harder inside her. Then I place my hand on her throat, gently massaging her muscles and forcing myself even deeper, even harder. She lets out a gargled cry, but I ignore it. I know she loves this as much as I do. Her eyes convey just how much she wants me to hurt her.
"Swallow it down," I grunt, and she does, her throat working rhythmically to allow me to go deeper than any man has been before. I touch her throat, feeling my cock inside her through her skin. It makes me fucking throb to see her like this, debased and vulnerable only for me.
When I pull back this time, ropes of saliva dribble down her chin again, this time making a mess of her exposed tits. I smear the clear liquid all over her, getting my hand wet before playfully slapping her. She giggles, and as I walk away from her, she crawls after me.
"Haven't you had enough, sugar?" I ask darkly. "You're just asking for trouble now."
Vehemently, Monroe shakes her head, saying, "No, I need more. I need you to keep fucking me."
I light a cigar and settle in an upholstered leather armchair while she comes to rest between my legs, desperately trying to put my cock back in her mouth.
"Are you feeling the pill taking effect?"
"Y-Yes," she admits.
"Tell me what it's doing to you. Tell me exactly what's happening to your body right now."
"I..." She flushes, those remnants of her shyness still preventing her from speaking. But as I start massaging my thick girth before her eyes, her gaze fills with hunger, and she quickly gets over her timidness. "I feel so horny. I want to rub my pussy on something. All I want is to suck your cock, put it inside my mouth, feel it stretching all my holes out. I want to make you come, Alaric. I want to know I'm the only woman who makes you this hard..."
"Oh, you bet your tight little ass you are." I take a puff of the cigar and toy with her, plunging my cock in her mouth and pulling out in the next second. "You love this, don't you? You never want me to stop."
"Never," she breathes as my cock leaves her mouth with a pop. "Give me more, Alaric! I need more."
"No," I reply firmly. "Why don't you get to work and show me what a useful little toy you can be? I want to sit back and enjoy my cigar. But you are free to do as you please with my cock."
I'm already feeling the tingling sensation of the pill taking effect on my body. It only gets more intense as Monroe puts my instructions to good use. She's sucking, licking, and giving her all to my cock, worshiping it like it's a fucking deity.
"That's right," I mutter lazily, puffing on my cigar. "Be a good girl and prove your worth to me, sugar."
She groans and keeps sucking, and I slowly work on my cigar until I'm certain my first orgasm is coming. Then I set the remains of my smoke aside and grab Monroe by the throat. She whimpers and moans as our eyes connect.
"I'm going to come a lot today," I tell her darkly. "In you. On you. All over you. You understand?"
She nods, rendered speechless. Her eyes are hungry, and she's already glancing at my cock, thirsty for my fucking load. "Yes, I understand. I'll be good for you, I promise."
"Okay, good." I smirk. "Then beg for it like the good girl you are."
"I—" She stumbles over her words, flushing, but then another after-effect of the drug must wash over her. Her face changes in an instant, and now she's hungry for more, no longer worried about embarrassing herself. "Please. You have to fuck me."
"Where do you want it, sugar?"
She gets up and bends down, parting her ass for me. The pure desperation of her behavior makes my cock impossibly hard.
"Right here," she begs. "In my ass, please..."
I groan, wetting my fingers with my spit before carefully placing my thumb on her hole. She shivers as I slowly start working it in, stretching her hole and getting it ready for my cock.