Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
He’s huge. No, let me say that again; he’s freakishly huge. He has to be at least twelve inches long, and his length… Christ, his pants must be made of Kevlar; I have no idea how his cock hasn’t ripped its way out of his pants.
“Now this is surprising,” I whisper, pulling back from his kiss and squeezing his cock. He just grins, narrowing his eyes into slits and pushing me back until I’m pinned between the wall and his body.
“It shouldn’t be,” he replies. “You’ve eyed me before, don’t deny it.” It’s true; when I still lived with him and my mother, sometimes I noticed an enormous shape under his pants. Back then, I just told myself that it was his cell phone, but that was just a blatant excuse for me to keep looking at his cock. What can I say? I knew he was my stepdad, but I’m too wicked to resist a man like him; it’s in my DNA.
“Maybe I have,” I confess, “maybe I haven’t.”
“You’re a little brat, aren’t you?” he breathes out, tangling his fingers in my hair and yanking on it. I throw my head back, but my eyes never leave his.
“I am… But what’s daddy going to do about it? Punish me?” I tease him, tightening my grip on his cock. There’s a vicious flicker of hunger in his eyes, and then he lets go of me and takes one step back.
“I’m not going to punish you … But my cock will,” he tells me, his words making my heart beat so fast inside my chest that I feel lightheaded for a second. “On your knees,” he says, his tone of voice so commanding that my reaction is a simple one; I do what he tells me, lowering myself until my knees are on the floor.
“Let’s see what you can do,” he says, unbuckling his belt. Before he can take care of his zipper, I reach for him and do it myself, his cock straining against his boxer briefs as the zipper goes down.
“You’ll be surprised with what I can do,” I say, running my index finger up his shaft, measuring it. When I get to the tip of his cock, I place all my fingers on the smooth fabric of his boxers and, hooking them there, I tug both his pants and underwear down. I push his clothing down to his ankles and he does the rest, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his pants.
“You know how to talk, but I want to see you do,” he tells me, his gigantic cock casting its shadow over my face. Drake unbuttons his shirt as my eyes roam up and down the length of his cock, but the moment he pushes the shirt down his arms, I realize there’s more to look at than just his cock.
Even though he has ten years on me, Drake’s body looks better than guys my age. In fact, he looks like the kind of guy who bench presses the world for breakfast. Still, there’s not a trace of that metrosexual vibe on him. There’s a rugged quality to the way his muscles are defined, as if he got his impressive eight-pack from swinging an axe instead of doing crunches at the gym. My God, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to lick a man’s abs as much as I do now.
I reach for his cock slowly, and I realize that my fingers are trembling. I take a deep breath and, once my hand is steady enough, I curl my fingers around the thickness of his shaft. It feels heavy and powerful against my hand, and I can’t help but start to stroke him. Flicking my wrist, I move my hand up and down his length, my rhythm picking up with every coming and going motion.
“I can’t wait to see how tight your mouth feels when wrapped around my cock,” Drake says, brushing his thumb against my lips. Allowing his hand to fall down from my face, he bends over slightly and cups my right breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. My skin prickles as I feel the pressure of his fingers, and that only makes me stroke him faster.
Before I even realize what I’m doing, I lean in and, parting my lips, reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue. I close my eyes the moment I touch him, the flavor of raw manliness flooding me at once. Twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock, I keep on teasing him until I can no longer stand it; I lean further in and, opening my mouth as wide as I can, I wrap my lips around his cock.
He’s so thick that his cock presses down on my tongue while pushing back against the inside of my cheeks. It’s almost a miracle that I managed to slide his cock inside my mouth. Moving slowly, I start pushing my mouth down his cock, my lips rolling over his length inch by slow inch. I only stop when I feel the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.