Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
My pussy, to be precise.
My body’s response to his simplest touch makes me frantic to experience the same. I want to feel the heat of his skin under my hands, to see if it bunches and contracts like mine does when awarded simple brushes and urgent gropes. I want to feel every inch of him, and I don’t know if I can wait until we’re in the safety of the bedroom to do that.
Maksim chuckles when I push him into the first solid object I see. Luckily for him, it is a bulky sofa.
His laughter is switched for a moan when I fall to my knees between his splayed thighs and shoot my hands to the waistband of his pants. I pull at his belt, hard, and work it through the loops with urgency.
Maksim’s pace is slower than mine. With a lazy smile like he has all the time in the world, he unknots his tie and tosses it aside before he unbuttons his pants and lowers the zipper just enough to expose the designer brand name of his boxer briefs.
When his thumb hooks into the stretchy black material, I balance my backside on my heels and wait for what I know will be a spectacular visual. His cock will be phenomenal from any angle, but there’s something more exciting about the prospect of facing it head-on. It is almost intimidating.
“Tell me how much you want my cock, Doc,” Maksim demands, his words as punctured as the throbs of the veins in his neck when our eyes lock and hold. “Tell me how much you want me.”
Lust rolls through my stomach like a wave, and I lose all cognitive thoughts.
“How about I show you instead?”
His cock bounces when I tug down on the black material incapable of concealing the enormity of his package. Then I hiss when I realize I am in way over my head.
I thought his penis was glorious before, but it has nothing on the silky pre-cum-tipped cock I’ve pulled out. It is long and thick, the nicest-looking penis I’ve ever seen, but I don’t know what I’m doing.
The amount of pre-cum leaking from Maksim’s cock exposes he believes differently.
His hooded watch as I struggle to comprehend the scale of his cock gifts me so much confidence, I grip the base of his shaft, wet my lips, then slide them over the crown.
My moan when I taste him for the first time sees him threading his fingers through my hair and encouraging me to take him deeper. The corners of my mouth burn when they’re forced to accommodate his girth, and my eyes water, but excitement is my most notable emotion.
“Fuck, Doc,” he groans when I take him to the back of my throat. “Look how beautiful you look swallowing my cock. You’re doing so well. Just a little more.” He thrusts his hips slightly, bulging my eyes. “Yes,” he hisses like a snake. “Just like that. So fucking good.”
I breathe through my nose while following his silent prompts. I take him deeper when his tugs on my hair turn violent, then flatten my tongue and dedicate the attention of my lips to the rim circling his crown when his ass sinks into the sofa.
I work him over and over again until his grunts leave no doubt that he is on the verge of release, and my panties are drenched through.
“You’re going to make me come.”
He groans in pleasure when I swirl my tongue around his knob, working him with enough determination he knows I’m not going anywhere.
I want him to come in my mouth.
“And you’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you, Doc. Every last drop.”
Don’t misconstrue. He isn’t asking a question. He’s stating a fact. He knows I’m desperate to taste him, and that my hunger can only be quenched one way, but I still murmur my agreement because I don’t want anything to derail this train now.
The tension is so white-hot that I completely forget this is the first time I’ve ever considered swallowing a man’s cum, much less encouraged it.
“Scoot back a bit and tilt your head up. I want to watch my cum slide down your throat,” Maksim requests a short time later.
My thighs press together when he edges off the sofa far enough that he towers over me. Then I meow when he directs his cock in and out of my mouth another handful of times before he demands my eyes to his.
I try to follow his orders, but the image of him stroking his cock while dipping the crown in and out of my mouth is too enticing to give up.
“I said, look at me.”
Our eyes lock a mere second before a beading of cum pumps out of his cock and hits the back of my throat. I swallow it down immediately, moaning through every delicious drop.