Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
I look down at her now, her pretty blonde head in my hands, moving at exactly the pace I want. It’s fucking criminal what I’ve done to her tonight, but you’d never know it from the loving way her tongue wraps around my cock and her lips suck as I pull her off.
Her mouth makes a wet sound when I break the suction. She looks up at me, confused, silently vibrating with uncertainty and inexperience.
Did I do something wrong?
She doesn’t ask the words, but I answer her anyway.
“You’re perfect.”
Relief hits her eyes, and a little smile curves her lips before she remembers she doesn’t even want to be doing this, so she shouldn’t care how I’m judging her performance. I see the way her brow furrows and long to smooth it out, to assure her that wanting to please me is the right instinct and she should follow that one.
I’m tempted to finish on her tits. I want to mark them, mark her. I want her to have to make an effort to remove every remnant of me from her body, and then I want that effort to fail, anyway.
“Do you swallow?” I ask her.
Her dainty shoulders shrug. “I can if you want me to.”
What an angel.
I smile, tenderly caressing her cheek with approval, then I push her forward. She takes the hint, opening her mouth and gripping the base of my cock as she takes me deep into her mouth.
The sensation of thrusting into her pretty mouth is so intensely pleasurable, and paired with the command I have over her body as I push her face back and forth over my cock...
It's hard to imagine anything better, but then I remember those all too brief moments when my cock was in her pussy.
The memory of that feeling pushes me closer to the edge. I grab her neck and feel the spark of fear in her when I do, but I ignore it. One hand braced on her neck, the other on the back of the head, I pound my cock into her throat so hard she cries out and grabs my thighs tighter as if for help.
"Almost there," I bite out, forcing her face closer to my pelvis.
She cries out around my cock but I'm too lost to the pleasure of possessing her this way. "Swallow it, baby. When I come, you better swallow every fucking drop."
Pleasure erupts and rips through me with a loud groan as I force my cock deep, shooting hot cum down her lovely throat.
My muscles feel hollow in the aftermath, but I keep holding her face close, her lips still wrapped around my shaft. I want to prolong the sensation of her mouth around me since I'm not sure when I'll feel it again.
With my fingers wrapped around her neck, I can feel her pulse hammering. She’s afraid, but she accepts my control and stays there until I ease up the pressure on the back of her head and allow her to pull back.
"Suck me clean."
Her mouth is still full of my cock when she looks up at me.
Christ.
Obediently, she wraps her tongue around me and eases back, licking and sucking me clean as she does.
When she pops off, I want to marry her.
I want to be trapped in here for a hell of a lot longer than an hour with her.
I want her naked and wrapped in my fur.
I want her forced to be in my presence, wrapped in my arms after a good fuck.
I want to know what she sounds like when she comes, and I desperately want to fuck that pussy I only got a little taste of.
There's not a shot in hell tonight can be my only taste of her.
She stays kneeling like an angel, but because she does, she frowns at the straw that makes up most of this Viking bed.
Then she reaches toward it and draws out a seax.
A traditional Viking fighting knife hidden between the haystacks.
Like the other weapons in the escape room, it's just a prop.
Still, I watch her curiously to see if she might try to maim me with it.
She doesn't.
She looks it over, then stands, dropping my fur from her shoulders.
She's completely naked now and I very much enjoy the sight. I expect her to be bashful, but she must be too focused on getting away from me because she doesn't even seem to notice her nudity. All she can focus on is finding where she's supposed to stab this knife into to unlock the door.
She's right, of course.
That's the last puzzle.
She walks around the room looking for its perfect sheath as I pull my clothes back on. Finally, she gets to a little wooden pumpkin on a table in the corner. She removes its lid, and sure enough, there's a slot. She turns the knife and starts to push in the blade.