Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Taking her time, she eased the zipper down, revealing the black fabric of his boxers. When she had them down, she smoothed the sides out and sat back because he hadn’t commanded her past opening his fly.
“Now the boxers. Pull them down and take my cock in hand.”
She prayed she wasn’t drooling. Her ass ached and she knew her pussy was soaking wet and ready, and yet the anticipation was heady.
She let her nails skim his cut abs before delving under the waistband of his boxers and easing them over his erection. His cock sprang free, proving he was as perfect as she’d known he would be. Big and thick, his cock barely fit in her hand.
It had been so long since she’d had sex. He was going to be huge and hot inside her. It should have made her wary, but all she could think about was getting that hard cock inside her, riding this massive, perfect male to completion.
“Stroke me. I won’t break. You can get rough with me. I’ll tell you when to stop.” He leaned back, resting against the bench, and his eyes closed.
She gripped him in one hand and stroked, watching his cock lengthen before her eyes. His chest moved with each breath, but he was perfectly calm. She let her thumb swipe over the head of his cock with each stroke and he chuckled.
“Yes, that’s what I want. Now suck the head, pet.”
She leaned over and let the flat of her tongue find his cock. She licked him before gently taking him into her mouth. He smelled of soap and arousal, the mixture sending her deeper into her submissive state. She kept stroking him with a firm hand, but she sucked lightly, teasing him with little licks and brushes of her lips.
She got lost in the rhythm, in service. Her body warmed, every bit of her energy focused on bringing him pleasure.
“Take more of me.”
No questions. No decisions. There was only the sound of his voice, telling her what she should do. Taking more of his cock was a damn fine thing to do. She sucked the head fully into her mouth, whirling her tongue around.
A pulse of pre-come hit her tongue and she lapped it up. More. She wanted more, her tongue worrying the slit on the head of his cock.
A shudder went through his body. “Cup my balls, pet. Roll them in that soft hand of yours.”
She brought her hand up and palmed his heavy balls. They were already tight, readying themselves to shoot off, and she couldn’t come up with why that would be a bad idea. The thought of sucking him down made her nipples hard.
The rhythm took over, carrying her along with it. His cock pulsed in her hand, pre-come flowing freely now.
“Stop. Turn around. Hands and knees,” he ordered.
She wanted to finish, but immediately removed her hands, holding them up as though to show him she was obeying. She turned and saw herself in the mirror there. It was ornate, with a gilded frame surrounding it. It took her a moment to recognize herself. Her eyes were cloudy with desire, her body loose and willing. Her breasts swung gently as she moved into the position he required.
He stood up, rising behind her like a dark, hungry god.
He shoved out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them across the room. He grabbed a condom and slid it on, working his dick with his big hand. He stared down at her while he stroked himself, every muscle of that perfect body of his drawn and taut. She got the sudden feeling that this was what a rabbit felt like right before the tiger struck, but she couldn’t move even if she’d wanted to. She was caught by his eyes and she wasn’t going anywhere until he’d had her.
He dropped to his knees behind her and gripped her hips. His cock nuzzled her pussy and it took everything she had to not shove back against him.
“Don’t move,” he growled. “I’m in charge. You can come when you like, but you won’t fight me or try to take control. Am I understood?”
“Yes.”
He slapped her ass. “Yes?”
“Yes, Joshua.” She was close to where she wanted to be, right on the precipice. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.
He used his left hand to reach for her hair, fisting it. “Watch us in the mirror. Don’t take your eyes off that mirror or your discipline won’t be through for the evening.”
“Yes, Joshua.” That was the last thing she wanted. She watched him in the mirror, taking in his predatory gaze. His eyes held hers as he thrust hard inside.
She couldn’t hold back the cry that came from her throat. She was stretched wide. Despite how wet she was, he was still too big, too much, and he wasn’t going easy with her.