Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
A small teeth suck precedes a quiet rebuttal, “Yeah, well, maybe I’m not ready for you to handle shit, Kipp.”
“Maybe you should fucking get ready,” he bucks back. Straightens his spine.
An unmistakable heat flashes in his brown glare. “Maybe I should.”
“Maybe you should at least give me a chance to show you that I am.”
The pen in my hand gets absentmindedly tucked behind my ear in anticipation of his next move.
“So, show me,” Nolan grittily growls. “Fucking show me you know how to handle shit, Kid.”
Without hesitation, Kipp gently turns my face.
Pinches my chin.
Wets his lips and purrs, “Be a good girl for us and get on your knees, baby…”
Slinking onto the floor is effortless.
And so is letting myself be guided by a fistful of my hair to the space between his legs.
The hand tangled in my messy locks slyly slides down to roughly squeeze my cheeks at the same time the other unbuttons his jeans.
Tugs down his zipper.
Works his cock out of his boxers while he wordlessly commands me with his crystal stare to stay in place.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see his best friend slightly stirring, readjusting on the squeaky cushion back and forth, anxious to take over. To show him he’s not ready and why. Yet he fights his own impulses. Lets one hand fall to his thigh where it unforgivingly anchors itself to prevent from turning what’s going to be a moment of enjoyment into an unnecessary nightmare.
Once his dick is free, the pressure increases, forcing my mouth to take an oval shape that propels my pierced tongue out for everyone to view. He then drags me forward by my face until he can lazily swirl his precum soaked tip around the little metal piece of jewelry.
“See that shit, Sir,” Kipp gravelly taunts at a low, gruff volume. “See how fucking hungry she is for me…”
Between the teasing sensation and the crude choice of words, there’s no stopping the amount of spit that begins filling my mouth.
Leaking past the sides.
Falling towards my chin only for him to use his cock to smear it back to where it escaped from.
Heavy pants from me are mirrored by heavier ones from Nolan, a fact that seems to make The Kid devilishly grin prior to commanding, “Suck.” Doing so is instantaneous; however, the second my eyes begin to shut, he growls, “Watch.” They struggle to resume their salaciously slitted position. “Watch Sir while you suck my cock.”
At that my attention glides over to the man beside him, sexually hazed gaze, peering upward in submission. “Fuckkkkkk, that’s a dirty little slut.”
I immediately grow wetter and slip more of Kipp’s shaft into my still being held captive mouth. Due to his hold, I’m left with no choice but to choke on his cock in order to properly suck, using my throat to clamp down around the swelling muscle I know won’t last long.
Because this shit isn’t meant to last long.
It’s meant to prove a point.
And fuck me, do I love being a part of that primal point.
Depraved gagging sounds are swiftly conjured during my continuous bobbing. Waves and waves of spit swirl around his shaft, drowning it in dribble, dousing it in warm thick globs that eventually begin blazing a path down my neck for my tits. Breathing isn’t an option. Hell, even remembering the point of breathing isn’t even a notion that can be entertained courtesy of his cock carving his name along the back of my throat as the little ball of assistance carnally scrapes the underside of his dick each time he dives further. Faster and faster and faster he fucks my face, controlling the pace by clamping down with so much force I can practically feel my cheeks already beginning to bruise.
Nolan intensely watches.
Longs to switch places with him.
Grinds his fingers into his own leg to maintain control but boorishly grunts.
And sucks in sadistic gulps of air between his teeth.
Unrelenting pressure builds in my lungs…my chest…my stomach… my pussy on every thrust. I whimper for mercy adding vibrations to the situation that lead to him driving into my throat harder yet just the second my bleary vision results in streaks streaming down to my mouth, Nolan desperately begs, “Come on her fuckin’ tears, Kid.”
“Say please, Sir.”
“Fucckkkkk,” Nolan gargles at the same time he lunges forward. “Please come on her fuckin’ tears for Sir.”
All of a sudden, Kipp pulls his cock back, waits until a drop reaches my tongue, and lets his scorching load pool around the gem like a tiny little lifeboat incapable of surviving. Just as I prepare to close and swallow the much-deserved reward, The Kid instructs, “Hold that there, baby.” Shock and confusion are first to rush through my stare; however, seeing him abruptly grasp the back of Nolan’s neck and promptly yank him has intrigue and thrill replacing them. “You wanted my come on her tears…” Their eyes cut to one another to lock. “Fucking taste it.”