Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I take him back into my hungry little mouth, stroking and sucking and falling into a steady rhythm that makes him grunt and groan with each drop of my head.
I keep moaning because he just feels so damn good in my mouth and because I love how tense he looks, like he’s just barely holding onto his control.
I want to make him lose it. I want to make him come undone.
“Oh,” I moan as I take a breath before plunging him deep into the back of my throat. My jaw aches and my eyes water, but I don’t stop. I’m dying to make this man cum.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, his head dropping back. His eyes close for a second, but then they snap back open and are back on me, brimming with heat, not wanting to miss a second of the show.
“You were made for me, baby,” he growls as I move a little faster, stroking a little harder. “This cock was made for you.”
I know it’s true. We belong together. We’re made for one another.
He starts shifting in his seat, his grunts coming out harder and more frequent. I can tell he’s close. I can tell I’m about to unravel him.
My hand is aching as I jerk him off, moving it up and down with my mouth, needing to taste him. Needing a part of him in me forever.
“I’m going to cum,” he growls, his face twisting up in pleasure or agony, I’m not sure which one, but I can tell he doesn’t want me to stop.
My heart pounds as I suck him off harder. My pussy pulses with heat as I take him in deeper.
Suddenly, his strong hands are sinking into my hair and gripping my head as he thrusts into my mouth, his hips lifting off the chair. A deep primal grunt fills the room as he releases, cumming hard into the back of my throat.
I whimper as I grip the base of his dick and hold his pulsing cock in my mouth, feeling one hot surge of cum after another. I moan as I swallow every drop down.
I’ll never forget the sexy sounds he makes as he cums in me for the first time. He should make an album of that. Every hot-blooded woman in the world would buy it, but I’m glad I’m the only one who gets to hear it. It’s all for me and only for me.
His grip on my head loosens as he slumps back into his chair, breathing heavily and moaning like a sleepy beast. His eyes are half-closed, heavy with satisfaction as he watches me slowly stroke him. There’s something primal in his gaze—something possessive and wrecked, like I’ve just ruined him in the best possible way. In a way he wasn’t expecting.
I keep stroking his dick softly, not quite ready to let it go just yet.
“Your mouth,” he mutters as he drags a hand through his hair, messing it up, “is a perfect slice of heaven.”
I smile, thinking that might make a good song, but I don’t bring that up now. I’ll save it for later.
He leans forward, gently cups my cheek, and gives me a soft tender kiss on the lips. “You’re incredible,” he whispers.
I let go of his cock and shake my cramping hand out as I sit back on my heels, heart thundering, lips tingling, my chest rising and falling with every trembling breath.
My pussy is so hot and wet. It’s throbbing like never before. It wants to be unleashed onto this man to devour him whole.
I’m not done with him yet.
And he’s clearly not done with me.
He stands up, gripping his still rock hard cock, and stares down at me with a look so hungry it makes me shiver.
“Bedroom,” he growls. “Now.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Cash
“Which bedroom?” Lola asks, backing away from me like a baby deer retreating from a big hungry wolf. “I saw like thirty of them.”
“The closest one,” I growl as I pull my pants up, tucking my big throbbing cock into them. I slide the button in but leave the zipper down and the belt open. They won’t be staying on for long.
She spins around, her white dress twirling up just enough that I catch a quick glimpse of her pink panties. My mouth waters and my cock lurches in my jeans. This beautiful girl’s pretty little lips were just wrapped around it. They just sucked me dry.
But I’m not even close to being done with her. I’m just getting started.
She opens the door to my gym and groans in frustration as she slams it closed.
“Where’s a bedroom?” she asks as she opens the door to a bathroom and then slams that one closed too. “Argh!”
I grin, knowing my girl needs this as much as I do. She’s dying for it.
“Come here,” I say as I move toward her, my heart pounding in my ears, my cock aching in my jeans. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her up to the master bedroom.