Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He licked it completely clean, leaving it so engorged and hard that I wanted nothing more than to scream, and then he moved to the other nipple.
After doing the same thing to that one, he went up on his hands and knees, then leaned forward until his cock pressed stiffly against my core.
“It fuckin’ hurts,” he growled.
I knew what he was speaking of—his cock.
I wanted nothing more than to have that cock in my mouth.
He growled, pushing up to his knees and standing up on the side of the bed. “Turn around on the bed and hang your head over.”
Confused, I did as he asked, watching as he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I mused as I stared at him. “How come?”
He grinned and went forward on the bed, his fisted hands going to either side of my hips before I suddenly had a face full of Tate’s huge cock.
Then I forgot everything but one of my favorite parts of him, and by forgetting I meant I completely got lost in him.
It was like a kid in a candy store as I brought my hands up to take hold of him. However, before I could even get them mostly lifted off the mattress, he stopped me by grabbing each of my hands and holding them down on the bed.
“Mouth only.”
The gruff response had my vagina clenching in need.
Without waiting for more instructions from the overbearing male hovering over me, I bypassed his cock for his balls, and licked the lower one, sucking softly on the sack before dragging my tongue to the other one.
I must’ve surprised him because he pulled away, then started to laugh.
“Why did I not realize you’d be different?” he teased, then lowered himself back down to my mouth.
I grinned, trying not to think about being ‘different’ and went back to work, lathing my tongue along the sensitive skin of his scrotum.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I felt a drop hit my chest, and took a moment to stop and see what it was.
My mouth tipped up into a smile when I saw the pearly white drop of his excitement running down the middle of one breast.
Was I not paying enough attention to the rest of him?
I grinned and licked my way from his balls to the base of his shaft, then did an ab curl until I could reach the head.
That was all I could reach, though, and I think that was the point. He was making me work for it.
Poking my tongue out and curling it at the tip, I reached up as far as I could go with how he had me restrained, and licked the next drop of moisture off the end of his cock.
He growled.
“Need some help, little girl?”
If anyone else had called me that, I’d have been furious.
But he wasn’t anybody. He was Tate Casey.
He could call me a dirty little slut, and I’d likely still be okay with that.
“You’re not hurting me if you don’t give me your cock,” I told him. “It’s only hurting you.”
He laughed then, letting go of one hand.
“You lift that hand, I’ll find alternate means of restraining you,” he told me bluntly, then reached for his cock.
I bit my lip, my eyelids growing even heavier.
Obediently, I opened my mouth to receive his cock. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when I had his tip inside my mouth, and I moaned.
God, it was so erotic.
The way he was being careful to only give me the tip, keeping his fist at mid shaft so he didn’t accidentally choke me.
I sucked the head roughly, swirled my tongue around it like a sucker, and then flicked the tiny notch underneath the head with the very tip of my tongue.
“Fuck me.”
I found myself smiling around his cock, and he growled. “Teasing little shit.”
At that I laughed, but quickly stopped when he gave me more of his cock.
I gagged slightly and opened my eyes only to find his eyes boring a hole into my forehead.
“Funny now?” he teased.
I shook my head and worked my tongue, which at this angle was really the only thing I could do.
Despite being slightly light headed due to the angle of my head, I didn’t complain. I especially didn’t complain when he went back to shoving his hand down my jeans—the front this time.
His fingers spread my pussy lips apart, and one lone finger found the engorged bud of my clit and circled it without touching it.
It was maddening, and I wanted more.
He slowly started to fuck my mouth, and his hand that was still holding my free hand down on the bed clenched as he worked himself into my mouth.
Though there was no way in hell I would take all of him, I did give it my best, and managed to get about three quarters of him in my throat by the time he yanked himself away and came all over my chest.