Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
But none of that could’ve ever prepared me for what it’s like to feel a dick in my mouth. Let alone one this huge. I can’t take him all the way, no matter how hard I try. Saliva drips from my mouth as I suck him off, hoping it’ll please him, hoping it’ll be enough. Because if he already feels this big in my mouth, I can’t possibly fathom what it would feel like down there.
The mere thought of him taking me makes my pussy clench again.
Not from fear … but from excitement.
And that scares me.
Because when I look up into his dark, lustful eyes, I can’t look away anymore. Every inch of his desire pours out in his movements, the groans that emanate from his body, and the way he arches his back and tightens his fist around the leash. And for some reason, I don’t want to look anywhere else.
There is something viscerally powerful about watching someone come undone from something you’re doing. And for some reason, that alone makes my tongue swivel around his dick as I explore each ridge and every vein until I’ve made it my own. Because this man, no matter how much I hate him, has his ring around my finger and his collar around my neck. And if this is how it’s going to be, I might as well learn the ropes.
Without emotions, without feelings, without desires.
Lock your heart, seal it away, while you watch this man pleasure himself with your mouth.
Until that same groan leaves his lips again, and my body responds with a throbbing clit.
Fuck.
Ignore it. Ignore it.
It doesn’t mean anything.
“Yeah, lick it good, bunny,” he moans in a way I’ve never heard him speak. I swallow and attempt to take a breath, but he immediately thrusts into my mouth so deep it makes tears well up in my eyes.
“I didn’t say you could take a break,” he adds.
The more my tongue swirls around his length, the harder he begins to pump, and I find it hard not to gag. But every whimper that leaves my mouth only makes his smirk grow deeper, and I don’t want to give him that satisfaction.
But it’s so damn difficult when he starts to thrust in and out, and I fight the gag reflex as much as I can even though the sounds I make only seem to turn him on even more.
The metal ring at the tip hits the back of my throat, and a teardrop rolls down my cheek as I clutch my knees so hard my nails dig into my skin.
He twists the leash and pulls, forcing me to look up. “Look at me while I fuck your mouth, bunny.”
And I do. I can’t look away from the darkness peering back at me and the frenzied desire in his eyes as he lays claim to me like he’s waited his entire life for this. And something about that is such an incredible thing to witness that I’m swept away by my own lust and let him do whatever he wants.
Even if it’s wrong, even if he’s the one man I should hate more than anyone on this earth, I can’t fucking stop the wetness from pooling between my legs. And as he arches his back once more, he buries himself deep inside, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
A loud roar emanates from his throat, and then I feel it … the hot, salty cum spurting onto my tongue.
Oh, my God.
He just came inside my mouth.
And he keeps on coming, and coming, and coming, all while clutching the leash close to his body, forcing my mouth to stay close.
Fuck. I can’t take it. It’s so much I start to choke.
“Swallow,” he growls.
But I can’t. I fucking can’t. It’s too much, and with everything I have, I pull away from him and heave as the cum drips from my mouth and lands on the floor.
He grunts and grips the leash tight, tilting my head up. “Good girls don’t spit, Jill. Didn’t you learn that in the three years you were hiding? You must’ve paid them back in some way.” He grabs his dick and swipes it across my cheek. “But you’ll learn soon enough not to spoil what I give you.” He licks his bottom lip and leans over to whisper, “Lick. It. Up.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
He tilts his head. “You heard me.” He flicks his finger and points at the floor where I dropped his cum.
He can’t be serious. He wants me to … lick the floor?
“Maybe I’ll tie you up and come in your pussy next time so you won’t be able to release it,” he says.
“No,” I say, a little too quickly.
He raises his brow. “No?” A chuckle follows. “We’ll see about that.”
Shit.
“I’ll do it,” I quickly say, and without thinking, I lower, past his half-hard dick, all the way down to his boots. And while I’m still panting, my tongue dips out to lap up the saltiness straight from the floor.