Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
When I part my lips, he lets go, giving me full control. I don’t hesitate to take it. I suck him into my mouth, curling my tongue around the bulbous head before flattening it on the underside to trace the embossed veins under his skin. The groan that falls from his lips urges me on. I take him deeper and suck harder, covering what I can’t fit into my mouth with my hands. Instead of pumping his hips, he keeps perfectly still. He weaves his fingers through my hair, cupping my head, but it’s not to set the pace. He holds me gently while encouraging me to carry on.
From the way his neck muscles strain as he studies the work of my mouth, I gather it’s difficult for him to maintain his control, but he doesn’t cave. He grits his teeth and bears it, taking whatever I’m comfortable to give. It only makes me want to give him more, so I swallow him deeper, taking him to the back of my throat.
My gag reflex kicks in. I ease up a little, teasing him with my tongue, and then I go deeper again until he grows impossibly thick in my mouth. My throat aches from the effort, but every drop of precum that spurts onto my tongue drives me to take it further.
“Anya,” he groans, sliding through my lips. “I’m going to come down your throat. Do you want me to pull out?”
I shake my head and lightly drag my teeth over his length. He utters a curse and clenches his jaw, but when I start moving in all earnest, he snaps. Framing my head between his large palms, he tilts his hips and hits the back of my throat.
“Jesus,” he says, his body going so taut it looks as if he may snap in two.
He bites off a groan as he comes, his seed shooting down my throat.
I tighten one hand around his cock and slip the other lower to cup the heavy sack between his legs, milking him dry with my fingers and my tongue.
“Anya,” he says again, stumbling back a step and ripping his cock from my mouth. “You need to breathe.”
Since my dizzy spells, he’s always worried I won’t take in enough oxygen for both the baby and me.
I swallow down everything, loving how he tastes like earth and musk and man.
“Goddamn,” he says, reaching out and cupping my cheek. “Stop licking your lips like that or I’ll throw you down right here on the floor and fuck you like an animal.”
“So do it,” I say, needing relief for the ache in my core.
“You’re a dangerous addiction,” he declares in a low, deep voice, almost making it sound like a protest, but he’s already gripping my arms to pull me to my feet. “No one has ever made me come more than once in the short span of a few minutes.” He turns me toward the sofa and places my hands on the backrest so that I’m bent over with my ass in the air. “Only you can do this to me, tesoro.”
He flips my dress up over my hips. When my lower body is exposed, he curses under his breath. I’m not wearing underwear. I wanted to surprise him when we got home tonight. It’s a small step in a big direction, showing that I’m slowly but surely coming to terms with my fate. I can’t change it, and like he said, he’s making it good for me. If I have to accept it, I may as well try to make it work. I’m not blind to or ungrateful for his efforts.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Anya.”
Well, it seems the surprise is effective, albeit a bit early.
He pushes a thigh between my legs, spreading them, and cups my pussy. “You’re walking around naked under your clothes when this is mine?”
I glance over my shoulder and give him a sultry smile. “You’re the one who taught me.”
Tightening his fingers on my sensitive flesh, he clicks his tongue. “I’m a bad influence on you, my perfect, good girl.”
I moan, wanting him to fill me.
“But you like it when I corrupt you, don’t you, treasure?” he asks, keeping the pressure between my legs while brushing a palm over my globe.
The sight of him in his formal suit with his naked cock jutting out is so hot that I can’t look away.
He catches my clit between his forefinger and thumb, pinching before rolling the sting away.
Another moan tears from my chest.
“My good girl has been very naughty.” He swats my backside playfully. “You’re only to walk around naked under your clothes when I tell you to do so.” Another swat falls on my ass. “Is that clear?”
“Yes,” I cry out when he spanks the other globe hard enough to heat my skin.
And then he’s done playing. He grips my hips, bends his legs, and enters me slowly. I dig my nails into the leather of the sofa, holding on as he starts moving. His rhythm is unrushed. He’s taking his time to fill me with deep, careful strokes.