Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I lean over her and run my hands through my cum, smearing it all over her breasts and then up to her neck. Holding it in my grasp, I bend down and kiss her. She tastes like pineapple and Malibu Rum. If a sunset had a taste, this would be it. Sweet and fucking intoxicating. She moans into my mouth, her body rising up to meet mine. Always needy.
When I pull away, I whisper against her lips, “You have a mess to clean up.”
I get to my feet and watch her pull her heavy body up off the floor. Tears silently run down her face, but she keeps her bloodshot eyes on mine like the good little slut she is.
Getting to her knees, I slide a hand into her hair. “Clean my cock, slut. Every drop.”
Parting her lips, I shove my semi-hard cock into her mouth, forcing it down her throat—long and slow strokes at first—and I start to grow hard all over again. Pulling it out, I hold it in front of her. “Lick it. Show me how thankful you are to come.”
Taking in a shaky breath, she licks her own lips before running her tongue up my shaft and wrapping them around the head of my dick. I push on her head, making her take all of me again. I hold her there until fresh tears spill down her face, and she’s shifting on her knees.
I pull out and watch the drool run down her chin and neck to mix with my cum. “What do you say?” I ask.
Sucking in a deep breath, she answers roughly, “Thank you.”
Going over to the coffee table, I pull it back to where it was originally and lay her across it, smashing her cum-covered chest down on it. “Wait right here.”
I walk into the kitchen, grab what I need, and make my way back over. I ignore our audience. They’re not important at the moment. But will come in handy soon.
Pushing the couch out of the way enough for me to kneel behind her, I spread her legs with mine and pour the oil all over my cock and along her ass. It drops off the side and down her legs. “Did he ever fuck your ass, princess?” Also, a no.
Her head hangs over the other side of the narrow coffee table, and she shakes it.
I grab a handful of her hair and pull it back, making her look up at them. “Tell them how much you love to have your ass fucked.”
Her silent cries start to grow louder.
She knows exactly what I’m about to do. By now, she’s catching on. I usually make her beg me to get off. Not this time. I’m going to have her begging me to stop making her come. I want Nate to know that he could never accomplish this with her. That he wasn’t doing it right. Not like I do.
I’m not going to take the time to get her ready for my dick. After that orgasm she had, she’s still on a high. I want to keep her there. I don’t want her coming down until I’m done with her.
Running my dick along her ass, I push the head of my cock inside her, making her sob out my name. I bite my lip to keep from smiling at the sound.
Pulling out, I work it into her again while she squirms under me. The cum on the glass table makes her body slip around easily.
“Good girl.” I kiss her shoulder while pulling back and slowly pushing inside her, listening to her soft cries, this time forcing her to take more. “Take all of me.”
I smash her restrained arms between my chest and her back, pinning her down to the coffee table while I slowly spread her ass with my cock. After several thrusts, I’m balls deep inside her. I wrap my right arm around her neck, forcing her head back, and I feel her swallow against it. “Get ready, princess,” I whisper in her ear.
She sucks in a deep breath, and I look up at Nate for the first time since all of this started, and his eyes are already on mine. With a look that could only be jealousy. Good, he understands what I’ve got.
“This is how she likes it,” I tell him, and he growls behind the tape that’s wrapped around his mouth and head. “This is how she comes the hardest. My cock in her ass and my arm around her throat.”
I tighten my arm like a snake around its prey, slowly cutting off her air, while my hips pick up their pace, making the coffee table move across the floor with the action. She no longer fights me.
She likes being held down and fucked. But her ass? It’s her weakness. It’s the one thing that doesn’t take much work. Then you take her air away? Goddamn, she’s coming within seconds.