Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
It wasn’t voiced as a command, but the slivers of dominance embedded in his words slithered into my mind and pulled at me to obey, please, sign control over—sign myself over—to him.
My mindset shifted. Calmed. Settled. Became centered on him.
If he hadn’t been my first, if this wasn’t my initial introduction to sex, it probably would have felt strange to have feelings of both safety and arousal descend over me at the same time. But it felt natural and familiar to me. Put me at ease in a way I couldn’t explain. Almost as if my body had become wired for this. Wired to expect it, even.
I knelt in front of him.
The light of satisfaction in his eyes, Dax rewardingly skated the pads of his fingers over my scalp. “Now put your hands on my thighs. Good.” He lowered his zipper and fished his dick out of his boxers. Full, meaty, and long, it was a sight that made my thighs clench.
He tapped my cheek. “Open.”
The moment I did, he lodged the thick head between my lips. He didn’t sink inside, though. Instead, he palmed the sides of my face, his thumbs firm on my jaw.
“I’m going to use your mouth now,” he said in a remarkably conversational tone. “You keep your hands where they are. You don’t do anything other than suck.”
So he was in one of those moods, I realized with an inner smile. There were times he’d want me to lavish the same kind of attention on his cock that he often did on my pussy. Other times, he wanted full control.
No warning, he shoved his dick into my mouth. His eyes going hooded, he let out a sigh of pure male contentment. As if he truly had been waiting for this all day.
Then, well, he went for it. Plundered like a goddamn savage. All the while, his eyes remained locked on the sight of his cock disappearing into my mouth again and again.
I kept my lips tight around him. Lips that soon began to heat and throb from the insane friction. Every thrust was just so fast, so forceful, so positively feral.
“This is what you get for having a mouth that’s made for fucking.” The merciless statement was so softly spoken it came out sounding almost sympathetic.
His thumbs dug into my jaw as his hips harshly snapped forward, cramming my throat with his dick.
As always when he did that, panic clawed at my lungs. I pricked his thighs hard with my nails, my instincts screaming at me to pull back.
Dax stilled. “Breathe, baby, you’re fine. Through your nose, that’s it.” He withdrew and then thrust back down my throat. “Just a little deeper, you can do it.” He reared back once more and then buried every inch of his dick so deep I instinctively swallowed around him. He bit out a harsh expletive and then went about fucking my throat.
My lungs burned. My eyes welled up. My throat felt seared. And soon enough, he broke, forcing me to swallow every blast of his release.
Breathing hard, he withdrew his cock. Looking down at me through sex-drunk eyes, he breezed his thumb over my swollen lips. “Perfect,” he rasped, his tone close to reverent. “Up.”
My own breathing ragged, I stood. “My knees are not a fan of this hardwood floor.”
“They’ll get used to it.”
I felt my brows hike up in affront. “They’ll—”
His mouth took mine, kissing me with raw carnality and open possession. It was drugging. Wicked. Heart-poundingly dominant.
I fell into it, a willing addict, wanting more. So much need beat at me. I was wet, aching, and felt a little drunk from both the dizzying anticipation and the rush of chemicals in my system.
He kept on devouring my mouth as we pulled off each other’s clothes. He kissed me with so much intent and entitlement it felt like … not a claim, but a reminder of his claim.
Dax drew back. “Lie down. Spread your legs.” The words were low. Soft. Effortlessly assertive.
I did as asked, my toes curling when his eyes zeroed in on my pussy. The flame of possession in his gaze was a heady thing.
He knelt on the bed and grabbed my left ankle. “So fucking mine.” Starting from my instep, he kissed and suckled his way up the entire length of my inner leg before moving up to nuzzle my pussy. “You always smell like cupcakes here. Makes me want to eat you even more.”
I was about to explain that it was my vanilla-frosting-scented body wash, but then I gasped as warm, heavy hands pushed my thighs wider apart with an easy strength that tightened my nipples to painful proportions.
He skimmed his knuckles between my very slick folds. “Do you remember the first time I ate you out?” he asked, letting his lips graze my pussy.