Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“There were nights when this, right here, this thought—this was all I lived for,” I say, the truth of it like a fist gripping my heart.
She closes her eyes, eyelashes kissing her cheeks. Focused and intense. And then inch by inch she sucks me into her mouth, until I feel the hardness of her throat pushing back against the head.
Motherfucker. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt so good. And I’m not even inside her pussy yet.
I keep my hand on her cheek, and I feel her jaw straining to take my full girth into her mouth. “Such a good little girl.”
She purrs against my cock, eyes still closed. And I swear to fucking Jesus I can sense her pussy leaking wetness all over her thighs from here.
I rock gently back in forth with her rhythm, not pushing, not fucking her throat, even though I wish I could. Because this, this first time, I need her to know she’s safe. There will come a time for roughness, for teaching her what face fucking is, but not yet.
As she takes me to the back of her throat, swallowing, she guides me with one hand on each of my ass cheeks.
It’s all I can do not to hold her head still and drive into her until she gags and bucks, so I put my hands up, behind my head, elbows bent, and let her do what feels fucking right.
And fuck almighty, does it feel right.
She pauses, pulling my slick, granite shaft from her mouth, looking up at me.
“Is this good? Am I doing it right?” her eyes are wide and it makes me want to come all over her sweetheart cheeks.
And the ways she’s looking at me, with those big eyes. Like she needs my approval. My guidance.
A fucking dream come true.
“Goddamn it, yes. I’m not going to last long. You’re fucking killing me.”
“Then tell me. Tell me what I’m doing right,” she says, and takes me back into her mouth again.
“Just like that. Suck hard. Use your tongue underneath. Fuck yeah,” I growl, as she follows my instructions. “Stroke it with one hand. There, fuck, yes. Harder. Jack me off and suck harder.”
Her little hand tightens on my shaft, fingers not even close to touching around the girth.
“Harder. Fucking harder, Kitty Kat. Like you fucking mean it.”
CHAPTER 10
Kat
I suck and lick from the tip, down those bulging blue veins, then slip one hand lower, wanting to know the rest of him.
I’m tentative as I gather the hanging sac in my palm. God, who knew balls were so heavy? Maybe it’s just Trent, because he does everything bigger than life.
The skin is thicker and it moves and tightens as I gently pull and massage the inner orbs in my palm.
“Fuck,” Trent moans, the head of his cock swells in my mouth as I suck harder, pumping up and down with my other hand, the salty taste of his pre-cum oozing over my tongue.
I’m so turned on, logical thought is a struggle, but I give myself some props for multi-tasking with my mouth and both hands, and from the sounds raining down from above, Trent is mad-happy about it as well.
His ass tenses, his hips rock, he throws his head back in something near to agony. “Jesus Christ, Kat. I’m gonna come, baby girl. Fuck.”
I suck and pull as much of his cock in and out of my tight lips as possible, choking and gagging with him half-way in. The defined, fat head enlarges and fills my throat with every pulse as he drives his hips forward, cutting off my air.
“You filthy little angel. Look at you work that fucking cock. I love those sounds you’re making. Struggling for me. Giving up your air for me.”
I smile as best I can, even though his cock stretches my lips into an obscene O shape. His praise makes me warm, fulfilled in a way I’ve never known before.
He arches his head back further, lips pulled tight over his teeth, fingers winding into my hair as he holds my face steady, pulsing his length through my lips.
“Suck like there’s a fucking prize inside for you. Because…there is.” His voice is harder, that vein on his forehead standing out again as the tip swells against my gag reflex. “Now, suck it all down, babygirl. Daddy’s coming for you.”
The first spray fill my throat with hot sticky liquid, the saltiness spreading over my tongue as he pulls out, then strokes back in, shooting another round down my throat.
I tumble over my own cliff as the last words sink in. Daddy’s coming for you. My world just upended.
I swallow and lick and then choke and gag, reveling in the savory flavor. He shoots three or four more spurts into my mouth before he finally, finally comes to rest with a shudder.