Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I want to become a part of him, for us to be entwined so inseparably that he can’t imagine a life away from me anymore.
His lips taste of my cum, and I give a breathless laugh after licking their plump flesh.
“Happy to be of service,” Cesar teases, but I’m back to peak awareness when he places my hand on his hard dick.
Of course he’s still hard, and I’ve neglected him!
I meet his gaze. He might only have one eye, but it’s so attentive and always focused on me. I squeeze his cock with a groan of pleasure. “How do you want me? You’ve not had my mouth yet,” I offer, but it isn’t selfless. I’m dying to taste him.
Oh, he likes that. I can see it in the way his eye darkens further, black as a drop of tar when he chews on his lip and moves to straddle me.
“What exactly did you say? However and whenever I want?” he whispers before pinning me to the couch with a fast yet intense kiss.
I miss his hot tongue as soon as he backs away. Overwhelmed by how he now towers over me, I swallow, glancing at him as if he’s my new God. Whether he’s the one love-bombing me or me falling all too quickly, I don’t know, and I don’t care. My heart is raw, and he can eat it like that if he wants to.
“Yes,” I say, moving my hands up his sides. He’s so fucking sturdy. “Fuck my throat raw if you feel like it.”
He growls, squeezing my flanks with both hands, as if he’s trying to restrain himself. But there’s no need for it. I want him. I want this. And I want him to want me most of all.
He licks me across the lips, then grabs my jaw hard and slides his tongue in, probing, testing my wet mouth, and incredibly, a jolt of arousal trails down my balls. But then he’s up, one hand on the back rest right next to my head, and I only get to see his purple shaft for a moment before it splits me open.
I look up, doing everything I can to let as much of his cock in fast, but everything happens so fast I choke a little. I hope my eyes communicate that I don’t want him to stop.
He’s big.
I’m no newbie to giving head though, so I take a deep breath through my nose and relax for him. My fingers gravitate to his hips, because I adore touching his body.
My eyes tear up, but I still see him throw his head back in pleasure, his Adam’s apple pronounced as it bobs. He’s so damn handsome. I can’t believe my luck.
“Then I’ll make you mine. I’ll make you the perfect fuck sleeve for my cock. And you will love it so much you will beg if I forget to feed you a daily helping of cum.”
That voice. It’s pure sex, and intoxicates me like a well-distilled spirit when strong fingers cradle my head, holding it at the angle he likes.
I zone out as if his words alone push me into a reality in which I’ve been his for years, taking load after load, whenever he wants to finish inside me. Maybe I’m being stupid, having those kinds of fantasies about a man who could overpower me so easily, but I want the danger. And I want a guy so pumped full of testosterone, he wants to fuck me twice a day.
His cock thrusts into my throat time and time again, and I wouldn’t dare defy the strong hands holding my head in place. I’m exactly where I should be—mouth open and ready to swallow his load. I’m so desperate to find out how it tastes. I hope my mouth is nice and hot for him, that he likes the way I stroke him with my tongue. That he enjoys seeing me like this, because my face is already damp with tears and saliva, and if he keeps riding my throat so roughly, this is how he will see me every single time.
“That’s good. You’re such a hot mess, Eli. But you love it. You love servicing my cock, don’t you?”
I hum, sending vibrations down his shaft, but he keeps talking, fingers wound into my hair.
“That’s right. Keep me satisfied, and I’ll keep you safe. I’ll make you my little prince, the happiest man alive, but in bed, your holes are mine.”
Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I might be getting hard again.
I make a little moan and nod as much as he allows me. It doesn’t feel like just dirty talk. He means it. He’s not toying with me to throw me away. Maybe he’s as crazy as me?
I suck him harder, hugging his cock with my cheeks, and in turn, he makes the hottest fucking moan and plows my mouth even faster, his balls slapping my chin time and time again. It’s such an obscene sound, but I love it, because it means he can’t help himself around me. I’m stroking up and down his thighs when he grabs my hands and forces them behind my head. In this position, using my trapped wrists as leverage, he saws into me a few final times.