Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
I looked up at him, eyes wide with phony innocence as I unzipped his jeans. “What?”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“You don’t want me to do this?” I pushed his hips back against the counter and tugged his jeans and boxer briefs to his knees. His cock sprang free, tall and thick and hard.
He braced the heels of his hands on the edge of the granite. “I didn’t say that.”
“I didn’t think so.” Taking his impressive erection in both hands, I licked my lips, then swept my tongue along the crown. He was warm and smooth, and I liked the way his breath came faster as I circled the head, slid my hands up and down the length of his shaft, allowed just an inch between my lips and sucked gently.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” His voice was raw with arousal, and I felt his cock swell and throb once against my palms. I moaned as I licked a salty droplet from the top. He continued to groan and growl and curse as I slowly licked him from root to tip, purposely not taking him deeper into my mouth. As I teased and played, I could sense the restraint in his body—how hard he was working to maintain control and not hold my head still so he could shove his dick to the back of my throat. Whenever he flexed his hips, I pulled back, laughing softly.
Finally, he put his hands on my head, threading his fingers into my hair and forcing me to meet his eyes. “Are you fucking messing with me?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, looking up at him with delight.
He clenched his jaw, torn between lust and fury. “Winnie.”
“What?”
“You know what I want.”
“I might,” I said coyly as his dick pulsed in my hands once more. “But you have to say it.”
His dark eyes gleamed with understanding. “You’re getting me back.”
“I’m just playing the game you started.” I grinned seductively. “So go on. Tell me what you want.”
For a second, I thought he wasn’t going to do it. I could see in his face the reluctance to get rough with me in this situation—I knew all he could think about was how much younger I was. But I also knew how badly he wanted this, and it gave me confidence to stand my ground.
Or kneel on it, anyway.
“I’m a big girl, Dex.” I licked him again. “I can take it.”
His hands tightened in my hair. “I want my cock in your mouth.”
I took him between my lips, the sensitive crown gliding over my tongue, and moved my hands to his muscular thighs.
“I want to watch you take it in deep. I want to see you suck it like you can’t get enough. I want to fuck your mouth until I come.” He went slow at first, pushing in and pulling back, forcing me to take him a little farther each time, until finally the tip reached the back of my throat. I panicked a little because I couldn’t breathe, and pushed back on his legs slightly.
He withdrew a couple inches, but not all the way. “What’s the matter, big girl? Can’t take it?”
Determined to prove I was worthy of his fantasy, capable of fulfilling his desires, I caught my breath and moved my hands to his hips, gripping them hard and sucking him with loud, greedy noises. He groaned and stayed still a minute, watching me working my mouth up and down his cock, which grew even harder and thicker. I could taste how close he was.
He took over then, thrusting deep and hard and fast, cursing and snarling, his hands holding my head in place while he fucked my mouth like he wanted to. I held on for dear life, trying not to choke or gag, desperately hoping I could last until he couldn’t.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he growled, giving me a warning.
But I wanted him to finish just like this, so I stayed right where I was and moved one hand between his thighs, sliding my fingers along the crease and wrapping them around his balls. They tensed up as his body ceased moving, and within seconds I felt the quick throb and hot stream of his climax, heard the sudden inhalation of breath and then the low, prolonged moan of his pleasure.
When the pulsing subsided, I fell back onto my heels and gasped for air, wiping my mouth on my sleeve.
“Jesus Christ.” Dex looked dazed, maybe a little frightened. “That was insane.”
“But good?”
He stared at me. “Yeah. You won the game.”
I laughed triumphantly as I rose to my feet. “What do you say we call it a draw?”
“Works for me.” He zipped up his jeans and I went to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, but he caught my arm. “Hey.”