Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Even though I’m making a mental effort not to scream, I just can’t help it; one mighty thrust from him and here I go again, my mouth open wide as I roar, my vocal chords straining from the effort. He thrusts with the same strength once more, and I open my mouth to tell him not to stop—of course, all I manage to do is moan as if I have a 12-inch cock inside of me. Oh, right, I do have a 12-inch cock inside of me.
My fingernails dig deeper into his flesh as I come, the orgasm I had when I was on the phone with King Henry only feeling like a small appetizer right now. Nothing beats the real thing… At least with Arsen. With my loser ex Peter, I actually did a better job when I was by myself. But, of course, there’s nothing I can do with my fingers that will ever match what I’m feeling right now. Arsen’s cock is just magical, as silly as that may sound. As proof of that, I’m still screaming, my small apartment filled with the sound of my voice.
When I finally stop screaming, Arsen puts me down on the floor. The moment my feet reach stable ground I realize my legs are quivering, all muscles in my body still twitching and spasming as I reel from the second orgasm of the day. But I don’t need to fight this exhaustion, as a matter of fact, I can just use it in my favor.
I go down on my knees, my hands sliding down Arsen’s legs and meeting his pants and boxers, still hanging by his knees. I push them down to his ankles and he does the rest by kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. Arsen’s naked body finally in front of me, I lick my lips as I curl my fingers around his shaft, my hand immediately moving back and forth over his length.
My tongue darts out and I reach for his glans, circling it as I keep on stroking him. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the scent of my pussy still lingering on his cock, and I picture it coming and going out of me like a piston. I lap at his tip incessantly, teasing him, and then go down the side of his shaft, tracing its length with just the tip of my tongue until I reach his balls. There, I suck one in, taking it inside of my mouth and twirling it around before I go back up. Once at the tip, I open my mouth wide and let his shaft roll over my lips and deep into my mouth.
When I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock, I wrap them around his meaty flesh as hard as I can, slowly rolling back. I go over to his tip again, but I don’t let it out of my mouth; instead, I go down once more, repeating that coming and going motion over and over again, with slow deliberate movements. Only when he places his hands on top of my head do I pick up the pace, moving my head back and forth as fast as I can, deep moans rising from my throat and vibrating against his cock.
I caress his balls as I suck him, moving them around over the palm of my open hand. Then, satisfied with my quick pace, I grab his shaft again, the movement of my hand matching that of my mouth. Sucking and stroking, I drive him over the edge. I feel his cock pulsing inside of my mouth, pushing down on my tongue, and only then do I slow down. I roll back my lips, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth while my hand keeps on working him.
My urges whipping at my brain, I go up to my feet, never letting go of his cock. I press my back against the wall, ready to let him take me again right there, but he just grabs my hand and steps back.
“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. I want to try your mattress,” he says with a devious grin, pulling me down the hallway and into the living room. There he heads down the corridor to the left, instinctively going toward the only room with the door open. I step inside after him, my hand hitting the wall as I look for the light switch; I hit it, a cozy orange light filling my bedroom as he places both his hands on my waist and, with an almost too violent movement, throws me on top of the bed. My body bounces on the mattress and, before I can do anything, he climbs on top of me, his hands on my knees as he parts my legs. I lay back, panting as he grabs my thong and slides it down my legs, throwing it off somewhere.