Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“No. I’ve never invited a man back to my room. Drunk or not. I’ve never done much of …anything.” She glides her tongue along her bottom lip, looking up at my dick as her hands press on the tension of my thighs.
“I’m going to teach you then.” Pain shoots behind my eyes and I snap. “Open your mouth, and I’m going to show you.”
“I’m ready for my lesson—”
I snuff out whatever else she was going to say with my dick between her lips. How much can a man take?
“That’s what men think about when you’re around. All those guys in the bar, this is what they were imagining while they were buying you shots.” My words are muffled in the enclosed closet. Folded sheets and blankets are piled on shelves, empty metal hangers rattling as I cling to the bar, my knees trembling with the warmth of her welcoming mouth.
I release her hair, my hand slipping around the granite-hard length, and I start to pump the skin up and down as her lips pop around the ridge of the head, encasing me in wet warmth.
“Jesus.” My eyes roll back as I bite the inside of my cheek, fighting off the orgasm that is already inching up from my balls, ready to empty before I get a single pump down her pretty throat.
I jack off as she pulls away and I watch in horror and awe as she makes a throaty sound, then drops a blob of spit on the swollen head, smiling like she just won the biggest stuffed animal at the country fair.
“I saw some Tiktok where the girl said ‘you gotta spit on that thang’.”
I’m speechless, which is nothing really new, as she starts to take me in and out, working her way down, her lips stretched around the girth as a low, pleasured moan vibrates through me.
“Play with your tits,” I order, barely remembering my own name by this point. My voice is hoarse as I watch her obey, hands cupping the weight of them, eyes locking with mine. No fear, but more understanding than I deserve right now.
Her mouth is magic, working faster, wetter, as I move my hand from my dick to the side of her head, fisting her hair once again, showing her the pace I need. I’m as drunk as she is, my vision wavering as knots gather in my belly.
If this girl has never done this, no one told her mouth.
I watch as she pinches her nipples, rolling them, moaning as the pleasure I was chasing becomes a mutual goal.
She gags and coughs, tears streaming down her blushed cheeks as I push harder, deeper, harder, deeper, thinking I’m pushing her away with my rough demands, but instead, she’s whimpering, kneading her soft flesh, her distended nipples tight as she works them between her fingers.
My hips jerk forward as I exert full control over her head, her hair twined between my thick fingers as I feel her throat open to me, and she delivers the final death blow.
She drops one hand from her breast, spreading her knees on the wood floor, grabbing between her legs as her hips start to rock.
I bite back the roar that gathers in my throat as her eyes tell me she would give me her all right now, if only I’d take it.
My orgasm breaks free, as I choke and bellow in broken, inhuman sounds. Hot spurts of cum race from my balls, bursting down her throat as I drive myself deeper than she should be able to take. My orgasm locks its jaws around my protests, taking on a life of its own, betraying me with its power and intensity.
I’m not just coming, I’m delivering part of me into her. Part of me I swore I wouldn’t share.
I come and come until I’m shaking, sweat dripping down the crease of my back, my breathing ragged and unsteady.
I draw my spent dick from her gaping mouth, her hands frozen in place. Fingers dig into the soft flesh of her tit, her others gripping between the apex of her thighs. She’s so fucking beautiful, it makes me choke.
I hate myself for giving in and putting her here, in front of a man that can’t give himself to her the way her eyes tell me she would do for me.
I battle away the urge to walk, to leave her there on her knees with my cum in her belly. Instead, I tuck my erection back into my pants, smart enough to realize I don’t have the right words for this moment.
“Brother,” she sighs, and that word hits me like a locomotive. “Or, do you prefer Daddy? You seem like you’d be a great daddy.”
Did she just say what I think she said?
Holy shit. Did that word just carve out a place in my heart for her forever?