Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
He still hasn’t stopped me or vocalized that he wants me to stop. I swallow around the knot in my throat. This isn’t exactly my favorite thing in the world to do.
Nash taught me everything he liked, and I got pretty good at it after a while. At least, that’s what he told me.
He was never somebody who handed out compliments when they weren’t earned. He wouldn’t have told me I was good at something if I wasn’t. I latch onto that thought, letting it give me the confidence I need to continue forward.
Just like he taught me, I wrap my fingers around Lucas’s shaft and give him a few gentle strokes. I can hear Nash’s voice in my ear.
“Don’t squeeze too hard. Get it wet, so you don’t rub it raw.” I lick my palm before stroking him again. His deep groan tells me that was the right move. He’s hard now. Hard and thick.
I lick my lips before taking a lick of his head, and he twitches. “Mmm.” I grin up at him before licking the mushroom-shaped head once more. Like I like it.
Like this whole thing is fun for me and not boring at all. It’s not boring for Lucas. I might as well be holding his life in my hand. He’s staring down at me, completely still, except for the way his nostrils flare.
Instead of licking again, I let him slide between my lips. His sharp intake of breath is followed by a long sigh. “That’s nice. Just like that. Go slow.”
I do, taking him an inch at a time until he hits the back of my throat. “Relax the muscles. Open it up.” Nash always did like it when I deep-throated him.
“Oh, shit.” I glance up at Lucas, and his eyes are wide with shock. “You’re good at this, aren’t you?”
In my mind, I’m at Nash’s place, in his room. There’s music playing to drown out any noises we make, though it’s not like anybody around his house cares. I’m on my knees while he lies back on his bed, hands in my hair while my head bobs up and down. “I’ve finally found something you’re good for.”
I pull back before taking him deep again, sucking only a little at first. I don’t want this to end too soon. It’s better when it builds up slowly, and I want this to be good. I want him to think about this when he’s alone in his office. How much he wishes I was sucking his dick, hidden under his desk while a student hangs around.
Plus, this is the only way I know how to gain a little power.
Nash was always nicer to me right before I blew him and right after. I learned to use that power over him to get what I wanted.
Sometimes, that meant just a little bit of affection or attention. Sometimes, I wanted to go out to eat or see a movie. The sort of stuff I couldn’t always afford to do for myself.
With my tongue, I flick the underside of his head right over the bundle of nerves Nash told me was like a guy’s version of a clit. Lucas groans louder than before, then cups a hand around the back of my head. “Fuck. That’s good.”
I moan in response, and he groans again, louder this time as his fingers tangle in my hair. Picking up the pace, I suck a little harder, taking slow, deliberate strokes. His breathing picks up speed, and his hips start moving in shallow thrusts.
“Fuck, yes.” He takes my head in both hands and holds it still, thrusting into my mouth.
All I can do is try not to gag now that he’s taken over. “That’s right,” he grunts. “Take it. Let me fuck your face.”
I brace myself and suck in as much air as I can when he pulls back far enough for me to breathe. When he plunges in again, he buries himself deep enough that my nose is pressed up against his base. Fuck, I’m pretty sure I’m going to throw up if he keeps doing that.
“You like choking on my cock?” He grinds even deeper, and I can’t stop myself from gagging this time. Instead of grossing him out, it makes him laugh. At least he withdraws a little so I can breathe.
“Come on. You’re the one who wanted it.” He drives himself in deep, hard. Harder. “Take it. Take my cock. How much do you love it?”
I look up at him and moan while saliva drips from the corners of my mouth. I don’t wipe it away. Let him do what he wants and get it over with. If I break into it, he’ll only take longer.
Our eyes lock, and his lip curls in a snarl. “Oh, yes. You should always be this way. With your mouth full of my cock.” His fingers dig into the side of my head. I can feel his anger stronger than ever, flowing into me like an electric current. His eyes fall closed, and he picks up his pace. I might as well not be here. He might as well be fucking a blow-up doll. Damn, it’s worth it. I have to keep reminding myself of that.