Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
“Hot for me. Aroused. You’re hard, and all you can think of is my body giving you release. Nothing wrong with that,” he whispers. “I can barely control myself around you myself.”
The scent of roses intensifies as I brush my nose against his, seeking the intimacy only he can offer. “How do I make you feel?” I ask and crook my neck, licking his stiff nipple through the shirt.
His gasp makes me want to pinch and bite him. I love to see him so responsive. It makes me feel as though he really is in my grasp.
“Like I want to trust you. Like I want to forget the circumstances we’re in, because all I can think of is how you take charge of me, make me sweaty and brainless. I want to be open to you. It’s why I like your cum in me so much.”
Such dirty words come from those pretty lips.
I can’t get enough.
I want to lick every inch of his skin. Consume him whole and never again feel alone.
“Oh, I can make you as sweaty as you like. I love to see you squirming, flushed, and dripping with my cum. That little hole of yours is meant for me.”
I grab the folds of his shirt and tug, ripping it open. Buttons fly and scatter, but they’re forgotten by the time I kiss Luke’s pec, nipping and sucking on flesh more intoxicating than the finest wine.
His moans are music to my ears, and the nightbirds seem to agree as they start their pretty song in the tallest trees of the orangery. Luke slides his hand into my hair, but he doesn’t tug in any way, just pets me. He might enjoy some force from me but is so gentle himself that I want to make sure no one else ever lays a finger on him.
Lying back on the large plush swing, he holds his legs open for me, and I doubt he has any idea how frantic with lust that makes me. I want to map every inch of his pale form, know the location of every beauty mark and scar, but even then, I will not be satisfied. He is already an addiction, and I will need more each day.
Rubbing my face against his fragrant chest, I pull down his breeches and underwear, but don’t bother removing the stockings. “You smell so good. It’s making me… horny, was it?”
“Yes,” Luke rasps, and his cock twitches between his legs, begging for attention. “I’ve never been in such a frenzy with anyone.”
The admission only makes pride swell in my chest, and I pull on his legs, resting his calves on my shoulders. The stockings are buttery soft, smooth, yet as warm as his flesh, and I turn my face to kiss the side of Luke’s knee as my gaze drifts up his bare thighs, to where his hard cock juts from a bed of dark hair.
Pleasure dances over my skin as I lean forward, enticed by the musky aroma of sex.
“Me neither. And now I can’t look away.”
I’ve not had the chance to please him with my mouth yet, and I can’t wait. His cockhead has a dark pink shade and I teasingly lick the slit at the top. He moans and pulls me closer with his legs. This is how I want him. No barriers, no emotional walls, and his attention on me only.
“Oh, fuck…” he whimpers, arching his hips off the plush bench of the swing.
I had no idea how much I’d like sucking him, but I already love how much control I have while he’s losing it. It’s as if the leash is in my hand, and the collar—on his neck.
And we both love it.
I close my eyes, wrapping my arm around his thigh to explore his body, and as I tickle his shaft with my tongue, getting used to his fresh yet musky flavor, my fingers comb through his pubes, rub the base of his stiff rod, and explore the shape of his balls.
It’s as if I’ve been offered a whole dessert table, and I drop the cock out of my mouth to push my tongue against the soft skin of Luke’s sac, my mind blown by the tingling all over my skin.
“Fuck… what are you doing to me…?” Luke whines, tightening his fingers in my hair.
I have him right where I want him.
When I suck one of his balls, he gets so restless he clenches his ass and wiggles his hips, but there’s nowhere for him to run. I’ve got his thighs in a tight grip and will take as much time gorging on him as I want to.
“Anything I want,” I whisper, my mouth wet against his flesh, and while I’m overheating, touching him takes precedence before shedding my own clothes. In the pocket of my coat, I find a small bottle of the oil that makes sex smoother, and as I lick my way up Luke’s dick, I pour some on my hand and tickle his crack with one finger.