Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Rather than taking him in my hand, I start with my tongue at the farthest left point of the head of his dick and run it along the sharp cut of his tip.
Enzo’s groan is deep, a rumble from beneath his chest, and I’m hardly touching him.
I do it again, but the opposite direction, and he hisses.
My eyes snap up, finding his already waiting for me, his pupils so dark he looks possessed.
I want him demonic.
I take him in my palm, and it’s like holding heated velvet. I squeeze him, closing my lips and pressing them over his head, slowly guiding him inside my mouth.
His muscles ripple, his knees jerking at my sides, and I smile to myself, eyes closing as I take him deeper, sucking lightly as I roll my tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Your mouth. It’s paradise, pure ecstasy.” His knuckles graze my cheeks, and my eyes open, locking on his. “You’re doing so good,” he whispers.
My core heats, toes curling into the sheets, and a knowing glint flashes in his eyes.
Enzo licks his lips, tucking my hair behind my ear and giving it a little tug.
I feel my own arousal between my legs, and I rub my thighs together, sucking him faster, deeper, and he nods his approval.
“Just like that. You’re doing perfect. So good.”
I take him deeper, my ass rising into the air. I suck him down a little more than halfway, eager to make him feel good, to hear more moans slip from those luscious lips, and I’m rewarded instantly.
His chest rumbles so loud, I feel it in his thighs.
I wait for him to instruct me, to tell me what he likes, but he never does, simply content with whatever I want or can give him, wanting me to learn his body the way he’s been enjoying learning mine.
More than content, if the rapid breathing and hard beating pulse tells me anything. I want this to be good for him. I want him to think about what my mouth feels like on him the way I find I think of his on me.
I grip the base of his dick, sucking hard as I pull up, letting him pop free only to rapidly close around him once more, hollowing my cheeks out as I take him all the way. I gag, but I don’t stop.
I relax my throat like in the books I’ve read and pull him in until my nose is pressed to his skin, until I’m suffocating from my mouth and nostrils, and I roll my tongue along his cock.
I move faster, bobbing up and down, spit dripping over my knuckles, and my eyes watering as his teeth sink into his lower lip as he moans into the air. I take him in my throat again, and nearly retch.
His body spasms, and satisfaction explodes in my chest.
I’m doing this.
I’m making him lose himself.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his words broken up by heady groans, and he strokes my hair from my face. “So beautiful, choking on my cock like a queen.”
I scrape my teeth along him, sucking hard, rolling my tongue, and he cradles my face.
My eyes fly up to his and he holds my gaze.
“I’m going to come in this pretty mouth now, gorgeous girl. And you’re going to swallow me down this delicate throat of yours.”
I can only nod, too turned on and unwilling to lose this. I keep the same speed, and a few moments later, his cock goes ramrod stiff. His hips buck, and liquid heat coats my throat.
I hold still, letting him fuck my mouth until he’s ready, and once he pulls free with a pop, he grips my arms and hauls me up, tucking me into his chest.
It’s intimate, almost…lovey-like, but I’m too excited to care and happy I can hide my grin in his chest.
Suddenly, he flips me over and repays the favor.
Only when we’re spent and sweaty do we pause for air.
We lie in silence for a little while, and I think I was falling asleep when his voice fills the space, softer than I’ve heard it before.
“Will you tell me about your scar?” he wonders.
I tense at first, before reaching up, and taking his chain in my hand.
For the first time, I inspect it closely. The pendant is a small angel, far from what I would have expected, and right where the palms press together, is a single, small emerald. “Will you tell me about your necklace?”
Enzo is silent a moment, his hands never stopping their gentle strokes down my spine. Up and down my scar. I can tell he’s about to speak, but I decide it’s my turn to go first.
That, and it seems like it’s a simpler subject than his would be.
“My body stole my dreams from me.”
“We’ll find a way to give them back.”