Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
I take him into my mouth a millimeter at a time, moving forward and back slow and steady. My lips drag at his skin, and I love the feel of him, the taste. I love the look on his face of utter bliss. Heat streaks through me down to my pussy. I may not have known I’d like any of the things here at Club Deep, but I’ve always loved this. Using your mouth on someone is so intimate and so personal. It’s entirely about the other person’s pleasure, the ultimate act of sexual giving.
One of Cole’s hands lands in my hair, fingers weaving in and holding on. He urges me faster, and I resist. I suck him deeper a little at a time, and he groans in frustration. I laugh, letting him feel the vibrations on his skin. He chose this, he has to live with it. But as I take him deeper, suck him harder, I start to move faster. I match my mouth to the rhythm of the music surrounding us, and Cole groans. His fingers grip harder in my hair and the sounds coming from him roll across my skin in shivers.
His breath goes short and there’s a moment where I feel him take control, and I let him have it. He guides me down deeper onto his cock, groaning. I look up at him, and he opens his eyes. I see something change in his eyes and he pulls me off his cock. “Stand up. Turn around. Bend over.” Cole’s voice is rough, brimming with urgency and restraint as he tells me what he needs. I do as he says, pressing my ass against the cage. It’s small enough that I can grab the other side and use it to steady myself.
I hear the sound of a condom opening, and then he’s there. He enters me in one swift thrust, and my voice is lost in the music. The world cracks around me, and there’s nothing but me and him and the feeling of him inside me. Pleasure rolls across my body hard and fast, my nipples hardening and the new surge of wetness making him feel that much better. Cole grabs my hips through the bars, holding me against them as he plunges into me. This isn’t a seduction—this is a king taking his captive as he sees fit.
He’s going so fast that I’m breathless, and I love the feeling of him sliding against me. I love the feeling of being taken, knowing that I’m the source of his greatest pleasure. It doesn’t take him long. Cole groans as he thrusts against the cage, burying himself in me as deeply as he can with the bars in the way. He rests on them while we’re still joined, and I hear him curse. “I think you’ve earned your way out.”
He slips out of me and I turn to give him a smirk. “Thank you, Sir.”
Cole unlocks the cage and pulls me out, guiding me over to the couch. He pushes me down onto it playfully. “Your turn.”
“It’s all right,” I say.
“No, it’s not,” he says seriously. “With me, you always come.”
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s quite a promise.”
“One I intend to keep.” He kneels in front of me, grabbing my ankles and pushing them up until I’m nearly bent in half.
I giggle, “You trying to test my flexibility?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to have the best access to that pretty pussy of yours.”
There’s a witty reply on my tongue, but it evaporates into thin air as he starts to use his. “Oh. Sweet. Fuck.”
“Mmm. Yes you are.”
He dips his tongue into my pussy, stroking me deeper than I ever thought possible with a tongue. It feels so good, and Cole knows exactly where to lick to make me start to shake. My heart rate spikes, breath goes short, and suddenly the muscles in my legs are shaking. I’m already close from him being inside me, and his mouth is relentless on my clit, sucking and biting and licking, and I’m so close.
The door slides open and Rosie strides into the room, “Mr. Andrews, there’s something that needs your immediate—” She freezes as she realizes what she’s seeing: The owner of the club with his face and tongue deep in my pussy. My orgasm disappears like smoke.
Rosie’s mouth is open in shock, and I can feel the tension in the room. Cole leans back far enough to turn his head towards her. “Rosie, please leave.”
His voice is calm and level, but also a voice of a boss that I wouldn’t disobey.
“I’m sorry,” she says, gathering herself. “You’re needed downstairs.”
There’s an edge in his tone now, “Whatever it is, I’m sure that Hudson or Julian or security will be able to handle it.”
“But—”
“Leave. Now.”
Rosie hesitates another second, giving me a long look before disappearing out the door. As soon as it shuts, I let out a relieved sigh. “What the fuck was that.” The sudden reality of the situation crashes around me, and my whole body blushes. “That was horrible, and embarrassing and awkward.”