Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
especially now that I’m consciously trying to control it. Even so, I’m
managing to do it so far. But it’s getting harder… Oh, it’s getting way
harder. I can feel my pussy already clenching around his shaft, and my
hands have balled into fists, my fingernails buried in the palm of my hands. “Wait,” he whispers, slowing down his rhythm. I breathe out deeply, my
body on the verge of exploding. “I…” he says, the sound of it caressing my
eardrums as he suddenly thrusts as hard as he can, his cock flying all the
way in and hitting my G-spot. I let out one loud scream, but magically I
don’t come. “Want you…” One more hard thrust, and one more scream.
“To…” Oh my God, it’s going to happen, it’s really going to happen!
“Come.”
I lose it. I really do; my body starts to convulse, my mind dissolving as I
become one with the universe. I’m sorry if I’m being a bit too mystical right
now, but that’s exactly what happens. I come so hard that it goes beyond the
physical realm. It’s transcendent, an almost religious experience. I think of
nothing: my mind is a white canvas, the brushes of pleasure writing all over
it lines of pure unadulterated ecstasy.
“Oh… my… God…” I hear myself saying, the words sounding foreign
to my own ears. That was… That was more than perfect.
My body limp, I feel my mind trying to reboot. As I rise from the deep
waters of my unconscious, I bring one memory back with me to the surface.
My words to King Henry: “I want to make you cum, and I want you to do it
all over me, sir. I want you to cover me with it while I’m on my knees, my
mouth open wide as you fill me up.” As I open my eyes, there’s one
certainty in my mind—what I told Henry, I’m going to do with Arsen. The
thought somehow wakes my muscles up, and I roll down to the floor, going
down to my knees at once.
My eyes lock on Arsen’s and he grins at me, sitting up on the couch as
he runs one hand through his disheveled hair. Wordlessly, he goes up to his
feet, my arm raising as I reach for his cock. My fingers curl around his shaft
and I start to stroke him, my heart beating fast as, once again, fantasy blends with reality. This might be insane, not to mention flat out wrong, but
it almost feels as if I’m with King Henry and Arsen at the same time. “Come for me…” I whisper, looking up at him as my hand goes back
and forth over his cock. “Come for me, Arsen…” His cock starts spasming
against my fingers, thick white ropes of semen gushing out. Just like I
pictured when talking with Henry, I open my mouth and stick my tongue
out, strands of semen immediately covering it as I tilt my head back. I don’t
stop stroking; I keep jerking him as he comes, his cock still spasming each
time it shoots at me.
He has his eyes closed, his hands on top of my head as he opens his
mouth to exhale sharply. Seeing his pleasure, I start stroking him even
harder than before, wanting to empty him completely. As if he has a neverending supply of cum inside of him, he keeps shooting; my mouth is
brimming with cum, his warm juices already covering my face. He only
stops cumming when I’m drowning in it, the skin on my chest glistening
from the warm gooey layer that covers it.
Slowly, I peel my fingers off his cock as he finishes, his fast breathing
finally slowing down. A grin on my lips, I go up to my feet and press my
body against his, my cum-covered breasts rubbing against his hard
pectorals. I lean in to kiss him, opening my mouth wide and allowing all of
the cum I hold inside to drip down to his lips. We kiss as if we were
possessed, swapping cum and rubbing it all over our naked bodies. Time
becomes meaningless as we surrender to wickedness, his salty flavor
blanketing both our minds.
By the time we’re done, we collapse onto the couch, sitting side by side.
We look at each other, grinning as we realize the state we’re in. There’s cum
coating his lips, and it’s already dripping down his chin and onto his neck;
the skin on his torso is also glistening, strands of the cum that covers me
imprinted there. I’m not in a better state, in fact, I’m even dirtier that he is,
thick drops of cum still dripping down my face and chest.
I throw my head back against the headrest and stare at the ceiling in
silence, my chest slowly rising and falling. My hand reaches for Arsen’s
and I grab it, squeezing it gently under my fingers.
I can’t even begin to describe what just happened… In my mind, it’s as
if King Henry and Arsen fused into one person and gave me one of the most