Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Because his motive is revenge for what I intended to do to Yulian. A tit for tat. A way to make me taste my own medicine.
His cock forces its way into my mouth and I try to stay calm. That’s my strongest suit, so it shouldn’t be this hard.
I shouldn’t have to literally boil with the need to bite him off again.
Harder.
Rip his cock off.
“Watch those teeth,” he says when my teeth graze his cock. “And be a bit more proactive. Suck. Show me how much of a whore you are.”
I glare up at him.
If he thinks I’m going to give him a blowjob, he’s in for a rude awakening.
He must see it in my eyes as well, because he releases my cheeks and pulls at my hair. “You don’t want to? I suppose it doesn’t matter because I’ll be using this hole however I see fit.”
I glare harder. Just get it over with, motherfucker.
Let’s hope he’s not like me and actually finishes fast like the rest of the limp-dicked assholes.
“You need to stop looking at me like that. The way you hate me makes my cock hard.”
I feel it, the veins in his shaft pulsing, his size growing bigger in my mouth until my jaw hurts.
And then he does something.
He thrusts so deep inside, it hits the back of my throat, bringing my face too close to his groin.
I can’t breathe.
Moisture stings my eyes and I hold on to my cool.
But I still can’t breathe.
It’s amazing how the human body is designed for survival. My hands slap on his thighs, trying to push him away, but my strength only allows me to grab onto him.
The edges of my vision blur, accompanied by a hum in my ears, and he starts developing a twin.
“That’s more like it. I love the sight of those eyes dripping with tears.” He pulls back, and I barely choke on an inhale before he rams back in again, my head banging against the door. “Seeing you in such a mess is a fucking turn-on.”
And the sick motherfucker means it.
His dick grows thicker and heavier in my mouth as he thrusts in and out, using my tongue for friction, not caring about the saliva, snot, and tears that trail down my chin.
“You’re surprisingly good at taking cock.” He shoves me against his groin and keeps me there.
Choking me.
Making me touch him.
His zipper scratches my chin, and I claw at his thighs, my fingers desperately clinging to the fabric, his skin, anywhere I can touch.
“Or more accurately.” He thrusts, knocking my head against the door. “You’re good at being used.”
This bitch is going to suffocate me to death.
I’m going to die with a cock in my mouth.
With a man using me.
In a snap decision, I move my lax tongue, licking the underside of his cock, thinking about the blowjobs I get on the regular, then suck. Mostly how I like to be sucked but don’t voice it, because girls can’t or prefer not to do it.
They don’t go hard and deep, to the point it hurts a little.
I think he likes it, because his violent thrusts stop.
My hands wrap around the base of his cock, smudging him with some of the blood, sucking deeper, licking with more passion, wanting to empty him of every last drop of cum.
The man whose days are numbered pulls my hair tighter. “The fuck you think you’re doing?”
He doesn’t like it—the way I’m giving him a blowjob. I can hear the bewildered anger in his voice. I can also hear the roughness and the masked desire.
So I squeeze his cock in my hand, jerking him and then pulling it in my mouth that’s all full of saliva now, making the sounds sloppy.
The idea that I’m on my knees, sucking off a man, is enough to make any other guy spiral, but I push it down.
Because those empty eyes are narrowing, but he doesn’t stop me as I deep-throat him, taking him in as far as possible and using my throat’s movement to bring him over the edge.
His abs coil and contract.
A grunt falls from his lips.
His veins pulse and throb in my mouth.
That’s it. He’s at my mercy now, even though I’m on my knees and his cock is in my mouth.
The sense of power gets me high and I suck and lick, draping my lips along the crown in harsh strokes and a fast rhythm that I’d like if I were being given head.
I don’t think about the humiliating position or him towering over me or even the gun.
I only think about the power in my hands. The way his breathing grows uncoordinated, his fingers pulling at my hair.
My spine jerks, my cock growing heavy in my jeans.
No.
I’m not getting hard due to sucking cock.
That is not fucking possible.
I never get hard if I don’t put myself in the mood. It just doesn’t happen.