Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Flynt’s fingers slide into my hair and tighten around the strands just enough to make me gasp. Then he steps forward. Comes so close that I have no choice but to let his thickness slide into my mouth. Salt immediately foams down the back of my throat, Flynt’s fist shaking in my hair, his breath turning to hoarse bursts of air.
I drop one of my hands from around his shaft, using it to pull him closer by the loosened waistband of his jeans—and I suck noisily. My knees squeak on the ground trying to get near to him as possible and I work, work, work him into my mouth in the rhythm I’ve memorized from having him inside of me. I know he likes the pace somewhere between slow and fast and I give him that now. I give it to myself.
“Fuck, baby. A professional without a minute of practice. Just like our first trip to the lake, huh?” On his next pump, he goes slightly deeper, pausing to make sure I’m not choking. I’m not. I’m just struggling to get my lips wide enough. He’s only halfway in and I don’t think I can take another inch without gagging. Nor can I open my mouth wide enough. “You were horny for me as soon as I lifted that skirt. Knew exactly how to make me come. Knew how to take a beating between your legs. Didn’t you, little girl?”
I moan brokenly around his flesh, his dirty speech making me hotter than the surface of the sun. My whines are equal parts turned on and frustrated because I want all of him in my mouth, my throat. I want him to own me. Every inch.
“I know, Ayla. I know you want the whole cock, but it’s not happening. Believe me, I’m already the most satisfied man on the fucking earth. I get to bury this thing in your pussy.” He pushes deep inside my mouth and holds, tilting my head back. “Whenever I want,” he grits. “So you keep that little thing wet, do you understand?”
I nod, finding unimaginable pleasure in being obedient.
It’s something I never expected to find in myself, but Flynt would burn the world down to make me happy, so being dutiful when we make love feels good. And right. Because I know how much time he spends honoring me. Considering me. Serving me.
I’m so desperate to do the same for him in this moment that I find a reserve of courage inside of myself. I take a deep breath, and another, until I reach a state of calm. I relax the muscles of my throat and allow his huge sex to travel deeper, deeper until Flynt’s heavy balls are pressed up against my chin and he’s making these wild, choking sounds, vibrations coursing through his strong body.
“I can’t believe…oh my God. Oh my God. How…”
Enjoying the fact that Flynt is at a loss for words, I bring my hand to his balls, cup them and roll them gently in my palm, his erection growing inside of my throat as a result.
“Fuck. You have to stop that. Stop or I’m going to choke you, baby. Stop.” But somehow, I know that can’t happen, that he’s only being protective, so I swallow, flexing my throat muscles around the plump trunk of his sex—and then I’m gasping for air, filling my lungs, because Flynt has yanked himself out of my mouth.
There isn’t a second to orient myself before I’m being lifted into the air. My feet hover above the ground for a few seconds and then my back is thrown up against the wall. A ripping sound is the only clue that my panties have become a casualty and then he’s entering me, driving me up the wall with a strangled yell into the curve of my neck.
“Don’t you ever do that again. Ever. I have to forget that happened, Ayla, or I’ll get greedy.” He draws my thighs up around his hips and hits me with hard, fast thrusts. “I won’t be able to keep my cock out of your mouth and I’m already having that problem with your cunt, aren’t I? Can’t leave the poor little thing alone. Won’t.” He surges forward, pinning me hard, entering me with the aggression of an animal. “If you keep spoiling me like a king, I’ll never let you see the light of day. No normal life for you, just my bed, the lake, the backseat of my car. I’ll turn you into a fuck toy, if you let me. Don’t let me.”
“You could never do that,” I hiccup into his neck, the pressure of my imminent orgasm beginning to be too much. Too full and too close. “You couldn’t lock me up.”
“No,” he pants, pressing his forehead to mine. He looks at me with so much affection that a rush of euphoria crashes through me. “No, I couldn’t do anything to hurt you. I couldn’t lock you up, just tell me I’ve got you locked down. Say it over and over and over…”