Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
I wrapped my fingers around the root, licking my lips. He smelled earthy, warm, and delicious. Dry cum covered his tip from last night. His cock jutted in my hand, awakened by the sudden intrusion.
Leaning forward on my knees, I took his tip in my mouth and suckled softly, the smell of my lip gloss filling the air. I swept my tongue across the tip, scooping up fresh, salty precum, before taking his entire crown in my mouth and sucking hard.
A sharp intake of breath filled the room, and his thighs jerked forward with a pained hiss. “Dot?” he croaked.
My head shot up. Sleepy, gorgeous golden eyes stared back at me.
“Who else? Do not say Allison, I have your dick in my hand.”
His chest rumbled, and he sent a hand to stroke the nape of my neck. “Jealous?”
“Should I be?”
He shook his head. “Whether it’s to have sex, go to a funeral, or start a heist, I’d always choose you over anyone else.”
“Why?” I probed.
“Because you’re it.” He flashed me a sexy grin.
“What’s it?”
“Everything, baby.”
My heart was drumming so fast and hard, I became a little nauseous.
“You’re just saying that because my teeth are very close to your phallus.”
“I’m saying that because it’s the unfortunate, infuriating truth.” Row brushed my hair from my face with his thumb. “And because I really want you to keep doing what you’re doing, not that I’m not enjoying the conversation.”
I tucked my hair behind my ears and dove down, taking his penis in my mouth again. The tip was engorged, almost purple, a pearl of cum on its edge. His shaft was thick and long, veins running through the tan, velvety skin. I could feel his eyes on the crown of my head, and his thick, briny precum coating the walls of my mouth. Heat flooded my insides, and I started rolling my hips, humping against nothing as I curled my fingers around his shaft, taking him deeper into my mouth. I held my breath to tame my gag reflex when his tip brushed the back of my throat, feeling my eyes water as I made delighted noises, sucking him off. It felt so good to please him. I didn’t know why, but making him happy was the biggest turn-on I’d ever experienced.
Row kept stroking my hair, his voice ragged and strained. “Fuck. Dot, what are you doing to me?”
Nothing in comparison to what you’re doing to me.
I was a novelty, but him? He was magic.
Only one of us had a fulfilling, glamorous, and exciting life to return to when this was all over. All I had to show for myself was disabling social anxiety, a fear of men, a shoebox apartment, and unresolved issues.
Trying to focus on the here and now, I curled my tongue into the shape of his shaft, licking him like a lollipop, jerking him off while swirling the tip of my tongue around his crown. He grabbed my hair from the back, twisting its length around his fist like the reins of a horse, and tipped my chin up just so, making his shaft grind against the roof of my mouth as he began fucking it mercilessly. “Is your little cunt aching for me, baby?”
I nodded eagerly, my jaw straining as the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat with each thrust. He picked up speed.
“Is it dripping for me?”
Another nod. Hell yes, it was. My head was spinning, I was so drunk with desire.
“Can I check for myself?”
Tears prickled my eyes as he pounded harder and faster into my mouth, pressing to the hilt. He was an aggressive lover, and I liked that he didn’t treat me like a fragile little thing. Like damaged goods. I nodded eagerly.
He kept one hand holding my hair in a death grip and continued fucking my mouth as he reached past my breasts, giving them an appreciative squeeze before gliding his big, tough hand down my belly. When he reached my legs, he slapped my knees open so I was spread as wide as I could be in this position. Curling three fingers, he brushed them along my pink, dripping pussy. Oh God. I was going to combust.
“Fuck. Maybe you can take it this time like a good girl. What do you say?” He picked up more speed, and it felt incredible, him in my mouth, his fingers in my pussy, filling me everywhere. Well, almost everywhere.
As if reading my mind, a low rumble trembled through his abs. “Are you gonna come just from sucking me off, Dot?”
I looked up, pinning my tear-filled gaze on him, and nodded. I could. I really could.
He removed his hand from my pussy and used it to trace the edges of my jaw gently, still fucking my mouth. “May I play with your ass, sweetheart?”