Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
A low, feral sound slipped through his teeth, and he quickly freed himself from his slacks.
My eyes widened, and trepidation made my stomach clench. I already knew he was huge, but seeing him from this perspective was much more intimidating. I shrank back slightly, my sensual haze beginning to clear in the face of reality. His thumb had felt good in my mouth. This was something entirely different.
He fisted the base in his hand, squeezing slightly. "You're going to make me lose control," he growled. "Do you have any idea how delicious you are? So innocent and nervous about pleasing me." His fingers touched my chin again, lifting my face so I was captured in his dark gaze. "You do please me, Samantha. Very much."
Something warm buzzed through my veins, something more than physical pleasure. He trailed his fingers over my heated cheek.
"You're perfect. So pretty with your body bound and shaking for me. Do you want to come again?"
"Yes," I gasped out, rolling my hips against the machine.
"You can come when you kiss my cock. Show me how much you want to come. Show me how much you want me." He ground out the words, and a bead of moisture formed at his cockhead.
He shifted his hips toward me, and I pressed my lips against him in a soft kiss. The salty flavor of his pre-cum hit my tongue, and I whimpered against him as my need began to crest.
"Come," he ordered, pinching my nipples, alternating between them with one hand as he continued to fist his cock in the other.
I shrieked as my second orgasm claimed me, and he rubbed his cockhead around my parted lips, spreading his pre-cum on them. I started to come down, panting against his shaft, but he didn't turn off the machine beneath me.
"Please," I begged, my legs beginning to tremble. "It's too much."
"Count," he reminded me.
"Two," I whined, trying to push away from the torturous vibrations.
His fingers left my nipples to twine in my hair. "You're going to have another one. You're going to cry out in pleasure while your mouth is full of my cock. I want to feel you scream."
A small whimper eased up my throat, but my discomfort eased. My core contracted with fresh need, and the vibrations began to stimulate me again rather than torment.
"Taste me," he commanded. "You can come as many times as you want."
I flicked out my tongue, barely touching the underside of his purple head. He hissed out a breath through clenched teeth.
"More," he demanded.
I obeyed, craving more of his unique flavor. His skin was soft, so different from his thumb. It felt velvety smooth as I glided my tongue down his length, traced the underside, and swirled around his cockhead.
"Very good. Just like that." He was breathing hard, his accent thicker than I'd ever heard it.
I pressed my tongue flat beneath his shaft and cried out as another orgasm wracked my system. It started deep inside me, building until the pressure was impossible to bear. I started licking him in earnest, tasting every inch of him as I reveled in the decadent feel of his hard cock under my sensitive tongue. He bit out a curse, and I moaned in satisfaction. Knowing I had such an effect on him was heady. This powerful man who craved control was struggling to hold back his lust for me. I wanted him to come undone, to feel the same wild abandon that had completely overtaken me.
"How many?" he asked roughly as my orgasm finally started to subside.
"Hmmm?" I hummed against his shaft, and his fingers tightened in my hair.
"You know, gatita. Don't toy with me. How many?"
"Three," I sighed, rubbing my cheek against him.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Worship my cock. Just like that."
The vibrations continued to torment me, but I didn't bother begging for him to turn off the machine. I knew he wouldn't, and truthfully, I didn't want him to. I was as greedy as he'd claimed I'd be. I wanted more: more pleasure, more power, more Andrés.
"Suck me," he ordered, on the edge of his control.
I opened my mouth and invited him in, stroking him with my tongue as he slid inside. He stopped me with his fist on my hair when I tried to take him all the way to the back of my throat.
"Slowly, sirenita," he corrected me, his accent so heavy it took me a moment to discern what he'd said.
Using his grip on my hair, he eased my face back so only his cockhead remained inside my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it and stared up at him. His nostrils flared and his eyes turned flat black. He bared his teeth in an expression that was almost vicious. It made my pussy flutter, and another orgasm shuddered through my body. I screamed around his cock—just as he'd ordered me to do.