Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
My inexperience never bothered me before. I just had so much stuff going on in my life that sex and boyfriends were the last things on my mind.
“That’s good,” he praises. “A little faster.” I pick up speed and watch with heightened curiosity how Quinton’s face contorts in pleasure. His eyes are closed, and I take that moment to really take him in. He is as beautiful as he is evil. A perfect disguise for a predator.
As if he hears me thinking about him, his eyes fly open, and I look away, feeling caught even though I didn’t do anything wrong.
“Open your mouth,” he orders, wrapping his large hand over mine. “Open,” he grits out again while starting to jerk himself even faster, tightening his grip around both my hand and his cock.
I let my mouth fall open. Quinton lifts his free hand and grabs the back of my head, holding me in place right in front of him.
“Fuck… keep your mouth open,” he growls at me. Threading my hair through his fingers, he tugs on it slightly as ropes of cum start to shoot from the tip of his mushroom head onto my lips, face, and into my mouth. Thick, salty liquid hits my tongue, and Quinton’s pleasured groan echoes through the room.
“Swallow it.”
Closing my mouth, I swallow the bitter cum, trying not to cringe at the taste.
“Good girl. Now don’t move.” He scoots the chair back and gets up, leaving me to kneel on top of the pillow with my hands in my lap like some kind of sex slave. My stomach sinks. Is that what I am? A sex slave?
Quinton disappears into the bathroom. I hear him trying to turn the water in the sink, but all that comes out is the screeching sounds the pipes make.
“The sink is broken. You have to use the shower,” I call after him, and a moment later, I hear the shower turn on.
I can’t figure out what he is doing until he returns, holding a wet washcloth in his hand. Instead of handing it to me, he leans down, cradles the back of my head with one hand, and uses the other to wipe my face of his cum.
When I’m all cleaned up, he throws the dirty washcloth on the ground close to the bathroom door. Next, he grabs me under my arms and lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. Panic bubbles back to the surface when he places my naked ass on the desk and pushes my body down.
“Lie back and spread your legs.”
I do as I’m told and spread my legs wide, giving him an up-close and personal view of my pussy. My fingers grasp onto the wood, and I know where this is going before it even gets there. Quinton peers down at my most private parts, and it feels like he’s inspecting me.
I shouldn’t care what he thinks about me, but a part of me does, and in the back of my mind, I wonder what he’s thinking.
“Just because I do this doesn’t mean I like you. It doesn’t mean you’re anything to me. Do you understand?”
“Y-Yes.” My voice cracks as I speak, and a tiny shiver zings down my spine at the way his dark gaze trails down my body.
His fingers sink into my thighs, and he parts my legs wider to accommodate his size. “Let me guess, you’ve never let a guy eat you out before either?”
I can feel the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks. “Like I said, I’ve been busy with life and…” Whatever I was about to say, I can’t recall because, like a starved beast, Quinton leans forward and latches onto my clit, his tongue lapping against the little bundle of nerves.
The pleasure starts to build at my spine almost immediately. He works my clit with his tongue in a way I never could with my own fingers, alternating between flicking it and sucking on it. Fire ignites deep in my belly, stoking the flames of my desire, and I can feel myself getting wetter. For a fleeting moment, I am brave and spear my fingers through Quinton’s dark hair. The strands are silky smooth, and I tug on his hair lightly, enjoying the brief groan he makes against my folds. He pulls away a second later, and I let out a low whine of disapproval.
Letting out a chuckle, he looks up at me from between my thighs. “I can’t wait to claim this pussy, to fill it with my cum, and see its virgin blood on my cock.”
Nothing about what he’s said should turn me on, but it does. It turns me on so much, it terrifies me.
“Quinton…” I whimper, wanting to come, my pleasure clinging to every pore on my body. A dark shadow creeps onto his face, and a gasp slips past my lips as he plunges his middle finger inside me in one swift movement. I’m so wet that there’s no discomfort, but I’m shocked by the sudden movement and change in his demeanor.