Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
I don’t want confirmation if I’m right.
I don’t want the two experiences linked in her mind, though I know I don’t have much control over that.
She clearly didn’t enjoy her last experience, I know that much.
So when she shyly reaches for my cock and takes it in her hand, I allow myself a moment of mindless pleasure, but then I reach down and grab her tits.
She gasps in surprise and looks up at me.
“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I tell her.
She licks her lips, then gently tugs on my hard shaft.
I tweak her nipples and feel them harden beneath my fingers.
“Mm, that’s it, baby. Now, lean in and take it in your mouth.”
I feel her breath on the crown of my cock a moment before her perfect lips wrap around it. I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
I release one of her tits to grab her head, needing control of her clumsy, uncertain movements.
She doesn’t fight me. She doesn’t mind having her movement controlled. Maybe she even prefers it.
Her mouth is wet and hot as my cock fills it, pushing deeper. I feel her start to panic as she gags, but I give her skull a reassuring rub and murmur, “What a good fucking girl. Your mouth is perfect, baby. It fits me like a glove. Relax.”
She does as she’s commanded, relaxing her throat and opening her jaw to take me.
“Christ.” I can feel my cock at the back of her throat.
My hand on her tit hasn’t moved, but it hasn’t done a damn thing, either. I got so caught up in feeling her take me into her mouth that I forgot I wanted to make her feel good while she pleasured me.
I remember now and rub my fingertip over her nipple. It pebbles again, so I rub it harder, circling it and then tweaking the sensitive nub.
Sophie moans around me, the vibration traveling up my dick and sending a tremor of pleasure clear down to my toes.
My eyes drift closed, and I mindlessly caress and tease her tits as she sucks me. She’s doing a good job; she’s just not taking me deep enough. I want to grab her skull and drive my cock so deep into her throat that she cries and gags around me, but I don’t want to traumatize her, either.
Well, more than I already have.
If I weren’t so committed to the cause, I might drag her pretty little ass up here, plant her on my cock, and fuck that sweet pussy I got such a tantalizing taste of.
But no. Here I am, being a good guy.
More or less.
Her tongue swirls around my shaft, reminding me that my compromise has brought me a nice little reward. I love her efforts to please me. Yes, I want more, but I love what she’s giving me as much as I enjoyed taking from her.
It’s her I want; the method doesn’t seem to matter.
I have half a mind to tell her as she sucks my cock that it’s unfortunate for her that she’s committed to never seeing me again. Because I’m just as committed to having another night like this one, and between the two of us, it’s much more likely I’m going to get what I want.
No need to alarm her.
Not right now.
Not when she’s doing such a lovely fucking job laboring over my cock.
I caress her hair tenderly, almost lovingly, as I work my hands around her head. It’s to reassure her that everything is fine and she’s doing a great job, but once I have her skull cradled in both hands, I force her to take me deeper.
She cries out, startled. Her nails dig into my thighs as she holds on, but I murmur reassurances and remind her to breathe.
Her throat is fucking heaven as I push into it. I’ve had a lot of mouths around my cock, but I’ve never enjoyed one as much as this one. They’ve all been much more willing, too—hungry for it, even—and not just begrudgingly offering it to avoid a worse fate.
I look down at her now, her pretty blond 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 do 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.