Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
It’s the same as last time, though. He’s exhausted, black bags under his eyes. Whatever he’s been working on… it’s taking from him.
And for once, without resistance, I’m willing for him to take from me if it returns the Will that I know fully to me. It’s nice to know he has demons like me. That he’s real and only human doesn’t mean I want to see him haunted by them.
“What do I get out of it?” I ask as he nestles his face in the crook of my neck, and I arch into him.
“What’s the bet?” he asks, kissing along my neck, and I’m already melting into him. My hands trail down his stomach over his shirt, and I’m surprised my sharp nails haven’t shredded it.
My hands fall to his waist. “I bet I can make you come inside me within five minutes,” I whisper as I undo his belt.
He growls. “I thought you told me not to time sexual acts.” His hand slips beneath my top and grazes up to squeeze my tit. I push my chest out, and we just stare at one another, our hands doing the talking for us.
“I told you don’t put a time limit on a woman. But as a man, I think you’ll be easy.”
He smirks, that dimple coming to life, as he curls his fingers in my hair and pulls back. “Those are fighting words. And if I win?”
I free his cock, and he hisses as I squeeze hard and stroke down to the base. Fuck, I’ve missed this cock. And that mouth. “If you win, I’ll let you handcuff me to the bed. If I win, I handcuff you.”
His expression tightens as I drop to my knees. He stares down at me, a tic jumping in his jaw, as I dart out my tongue for a taste. “Do we have a deal?” I ask sweetly.
His fingers are still fisted in my hair as he all but growls, “Deal.”
I smirk.
I like this power, the knowledge that although he’s going through something, I can offer him relief in the same way that he’s offered it to me. But I’m also feeling rather sinister tonight.
I wrap my lips around his cock, my tongue pushing and sucking underneath his shaft. He moans as his fingers tighten on my hair, and I can sense his reluctance to force me farther down his shaft.
As a reward, I do it myself, taking him all the way in until his tip touches the back of my throat. “Jesus Christ,” he grits out. “I don’t know how I’ve managed a whole week without these fuckable lips.”
My core floods with warmth at his praise and the enjoyment of pleasing him. But it’s selfish because I want to swallow every drop of his cum. I want to be filled by his cock and cum tonight in every hole. It’s turned into a depraved fixation. One I’m willing to fulfill until Will and I inevitably part ways.
I suck hard and graze my teeth along his length. He hisses, and his cock jerks in my mouth with a small release of pre-cum. I savor it on my tongue, pulling back enough for him to see it mixed with my saliva as he looks down at me.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Such a good girl, sucking my cock and tasting my cum, aren’t you? Do you want more? You want me shooting into the back of your throat like the greedy little whore you are?”
My pussy pounds and I nod encouragingly. Yes, I want that. So badly.
I want to force this powerful man to break apart in front of me.
I go faster, driving his cock farther back into my throat. I can hardly breathe as I choke around him, but I love how it fills me. His firm grip on my hair tugs at my scalp, and I love the searing pain as I coax him toward the edge.
Fuck, I want him to fill my mouth. I graze him with my teeth again, and he hisses, his cock jerking at the pain. When I get back down to the base, I bite down and drag my teeth back up.
“Fuck,” he growls, and his hand fists tighter in my hair as his hips begin to thrust. “Fuck,” he says again as he rolls his hips back and forth into my mouth. I’m pinned there, doing all I can to accommodate him as he smashes into my mouth.
My tongue and teeth scrape along his cock as he turns into a wild man. Tears stream down my cheeks and spit begins to spill from the corners of my mouth. I want him. All of him.
“Fuck, love. This sweet mouth of yours. Are you ready for your fill?”
I moan my body a heated flush and wet mess already as I anticipate my reward. “Be a good girl and swallow every drop,” he says.