Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Creep’s cock twitches and a bit more pre-cum drizzles my tongue.
Fucking hot.
“Taste that?” he whispers. “That’s the flavor you’ll be waking up to.”
I don’t know how many times he’s imagined saying such things out loud, but they work, and I smack my lips, then gently suck on his cockhead, as if I was still asleep and latching onto something in my dreams.
It’s good.
Warm. Hot. Smooth.
I love how he smells, fresh yet salty, like the essence of that masculine aroma that has always drawn me in. One day, I’ll give him the best head anyone’s ever got, but for now, I let him play.
A soft gasp comes from above just before Creep pushes his fingers into my cheeks, making me open wider.
My flesh throbs when he pushes his dick up my limp tongue, fucking my mouth with a gentleness I’ve never before experienced in sex.
I’m his porcelain doll, and it’s making me so horny.
I miss his cock the moment he pulls out, but I don’t have to suffer for long, because he lets out a soft groan and rests his junk, balls and all, on my cheek. As he rocks his hips, his damp cock slides over the ridge of my nose, and I end up shifting my ass a little, because I’m so aroused I’m pretty sure there’s a wet spot on my pajamas. My cock throbs against the fabric.
“So pretty…” he mumbles in a trembling voice. “And I get to use you…”
Christ. I half-wish he did come on my face now if that didn’t mean he might not have enough juice in him to go again. It’s obscene, and I’m eating it up. It’s worship in a broken mirror, tinged with unhealthy obsession. I should be packing my bags and planning my escape, but instead, I can’t wait to be under him.
He’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He hides from daylight, shies away from social interaction, but then kills a man with no remorse, abducts me, and will soon fuck my brains out.
I’m curling my toes in excitement when he opens my mouth again and pushes a third of his cock in. It goes in deep enough that it would wake up anyone, but it’s what I want, so when he plunges in over and over, hand in my hair, I remain still and don’t even attempt to stop myself from slobbering all over his erection. My mouth hole makes such an obscene noise when he fucks it, but while I might have been self-conscious with some other partner, I’m not embarrassed with Creep. He won’t judge me. He won’t tell anyone.
The strand of saliva connecting my lips to his hard length tickles my skin when it finally breaks. I remain passive for his pleasure, not even swallowing before spit can overflow my mouth and roll down my chin. I know he’s watching, and surely no sane person would want to put themselves in a situation so compromising if they were conscious.
I’m out of it. Asleep. And I won’t wake up no matter what my secret lover does.
He’s not even as quiet anymore, panting in excitement as he once more climbs down my body, letting my head loll to the side. Just as I expect him to go lower, he slides his saliva dampened cock into my armpit.
He’s gonna drive me crazy. I never thought it could be hot to have my armpit fucked, but here I am, my cock twitching every time he slides his dick into a crevice that was never meant for pleasure.
I’m just his plaything now. I have no responsibilities, no obligations, and simply have to submit to his desires, pretending that I don’t perceive him, even though I so very much do. The friction under my arm is sending phantom ants all over my body, awakening every bit of my flesh, until I’m throbbing with sweet anticipation.
He lifts my arm and licks his pre-cum off my skin, and when he latches on to me, French-kissing my pit, I struggle staying still, because this feels as if my blood’s been replaced with hot chocolate.
It’s so hard to ignore the tickling of hits breath I have to bite the inside of my lip in hopes he’s too busy to notice. He glides his tongue up and over my bicep, but then he’s moving down again. I half expect him to give me head, and my breath quickens, but I don’t get a vote, so when he ends up grabbing my chest, I let it happen. At first, I think he wants to cuddle me, but then he uses his arm as leverage to roll me over, and it’s kind of sweet how even now, he’s gentle in the way he shifts my body on the bed.
I’m back facedown, and he doesn’t waste time. He pulls my pants down with a groan and opens up my ass cheeks. I’m no blushing flower, but my face heats up at the shameless way he’s watching my hole.