Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
The whole thing is so erotic I can’t stop moaning and neither can he. I pull back, meeting his eyes with a sultry wink, and give the tip a soft little kiss.
“You taste yummy,” I hiss, then take him back in. He feels bigger than a second ago, if that’s possible, and my pussy is pulsing, my clit throbbing for some relief of my own, but I’m too intent on driving this man crazy with my mouth to be overly concerned for my own needs.
I suck him while moving my hand at the same time. Then, I get really bold.
I take my other hand and settle his balls in my palm. The rough texture of the skin is fascinating as the head of his dick swells at the back of my throat. I swallow around it over and over, giving it my own little throat massage.
An angry growl breaks my bliss and I arch my neck to look up and see him seething.
“You fucking said you’ve never touched a cock before. Did that include your mouth, Princess? Because if I had to guess, I’d say you’ve done this before.” The vein on his forehead is as thick as my pinky, looking about to rupture.
I stare up at him. The tears from my gag reflex dampen my eyelashes and cool my cheeks. I need to reply but damn, his dick in my mouth…it feels amazing. So amazing.
Who knew?
I shake my head, and murmur out a wet, “Nnn-hnn, nebar,” as I take him deeper.
“You’re a fucking natural,” he says.
Feeling his pleasure is everything. Any discomfort I felt goes right out the window. And I melt into a slow, greedy rhythm.
A second later, I feel his powerful hand on the back of my head. Not forcing me but guiding me. My entire body shivers with pleasure at the feeling of his guidance.
I’m so wet that I can feel myself spilling out onto the edge of my bare foot. I slowly withdraw his cock from my mouth, keeping a firm hold on the shaft with my hand as I do.
He raises his head to watch me, a new warning in his eyes. Don’t you fucking stop now.
God.
But I’m not stopping; I’m upping the ante. With two fingers, I dip into my pussy, then spread them to show him. Wetness webbing between them.
“Look what you do to me.”
His cock pulses in my hand. “Fuck.”
I paint the swollen tip with my juices, and then lick it all clean.
Repositioning myself between his legs, snuggling in close, I get back to blowing him. I savor the downstroke especially. There’s a learning curve to this, and I love figuring it out. I learn to time each one with my breath. Inhale; take his cock. Release his cock; exhale.
I get lost in it, in every lick and gag, every suck and gurgle.
“Oh fuck, yeah, baby. That…just like that.”
He knots his fingers in my hair as I go deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Until my mascara is running and my nose stings, until my throat feels raw. I give him everything I have and more.
“Fucking take it,” he growls, thrusting into my throat as I work his length again and again.
I don’t hold back. I worship every vein, every ridge. I cup his balls in my hand as he starts to curse louder. I let go of myself to him. For his pleasure.
“Fuck yeah. Feel how full they are for you.” His voice is raspy now, strained.
Shifting his cock aside, I pay his balls special attention now.
I scoop the left one in my mouth. His balls are heavier than I thought, but with a careful suck, I slip them between my lips one at a time. I love their smell, too. Their taste. The protective textured skin, the firmness of each one in my mouth, the ease with which they slip around inside.
Gently cupping them with my palm, I lick underneath them, feeling their weight on my cheek.
“Fuck, yeah. That right there,” he says, with his hand on the back of my head again. “Your mouth is going to be my fucking Kryptonite, I can already tell.”
Sucking on his balls, I work his length with my hand. My palm is slick with my own saliva. A bead of precum oozes from the tip, and I work that in too.
Back up on my knees now, I take him into my throat. I shift his balls gently back and forth. His breathing changes, gets more urgent, more desperate.
I think he’s about to come and I feel triumphant. Like a warlord raising the flag of victory. But instead of blowing his load in my mouth, he knots his fingers into my hair, yanking me away. I’m confused at first, gasping for air until he stands up in front of me.
His eyes are greedy and intense as I crouch there, gape-mouthed, covered in tears, snot and saliva, and somehow feeling more beautiful than I ever have. He towers above me, making me feel small and vulnerable. And I love it. My whole body tingles in anticipation.