Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Somehow I hit a button that turned the surround sound on, because suddenly, the soft moans and grunts of the couple having sex on the screen assaulted me at all angles.
“Oh, yes, just like that. Do it to me baby. Uh huh. Uh huh.” The woman’s fake orgasm reverberated off the basement walls.
“Oh, my God. Turn off you stupid piece of shit!” I squealed, randomly pressing buttons now.
Blessedly, after pressing everything under the sun on the biggest fucking remote in the world, peaceful silence ensconced the room. Heart pounding, I collapsed into the hammock.
The only light on was the Red Dog neon beer sign hanging above the TV. Which was why when James leaned over my face from behind me, I shrieked like a wiener and fell out of the hammock.
“Mother of pearl!” I said as my body hit the ground with a heavy thud.
“Were you just watching porn?” James asked, making no attempt to help me up. “With the surround sound on?”
“Yes, but I got off, and didn’t see a reason to watch it anymore.” I quipped breathlessly.
He laughed quietly, leaned over, and gathered me into his arms. I did notice he was very careful not to put any added weight on his leg that’d been grazed by a bullet. Which then led me to notice the tight black boxer briefs he was in with white dots on them.
“I like your underwear,” I laughed, as he laid me down gently in the middle of the hammock width wise.
“I like ‘em.” He acknowledged, spreading my legs wide and stepping between them.
I decided to play off the intense arousal that I was feeling, and asked, “Do you have any other pair of polka dotted underwear?”
His hands spanned my hips, squeezing. “They’re not polka dots. Look closer.”
Oh, I’d look closer all right. Leaning forward, I sat up until my face was directly in line with the hard column of his cock. The dots were now skulls up close, and then I noticed the waistband.
“Does your underwear say ‘The Punisher’ on them?” I snickered.
Lifting my hand, I ran a lone finger along the elastic around his waistband. His stomach tensed, and I smiled.
Good.
If I had to be horny, so did he.
His hands went to the bun in my hair, pulling me until my mouth was a millimeters from the hard ridge of his dick. If I stuck my tongue out, I could lick him. Easily.
“Yeah. Now, are you going to suck my cock? Or do I need to just get down to business?” He asked gruffly.
My panting breath fanned his rock hard cock, and I knew he could feel the heat of my mouth. I also knew he was anticipating it.
I wished the lights were on so I could see what I was doing somewhat better, but I just used my sense of touch.
“Are you sure you can handle standing? Do you want to lay down instead?” I asked just before I ran my tongue along the waistband of his briefs.
I’d intended to go from hip to hip, only my mouth found the head of his cock peeking out the top of his briefs, and I got distracted. His inhale of surprise tore through the silent room like a rocket launching. Pulling the waistband down only slightly, I zeroed in on my target with precise accuracy.
I licked the tip almost delicately, tasting the salty cream that wept from his tip. A growl sounded above me, drawing my eyes. I looked up at him, and then took the head into my mouth, sucking strongly.
Although it was hard to see him clearly, I could tell his eyes were glued to the action of my mouth taking him in, hollowing with the force of my suction.
“Take more.” He commanded.
I obliged, pulling his underwear down until the waistband was underneath his ball sack. However, now both balls were now on display as well, drawing not only my eyes, but my mouth to the delicious feast.
Forgetting that he wanted me to take more of his cock inside my mouth, I started to lick, nip, and suck on the twin globes. Pulling one, and then the other into my mouth delicately.
The grip of his fist in my hair tightened, and I found myself being pulled away from my feast, and being fed his cock instead. I wasn’t upset. That was just as good, if not better.
He worked his cock in and out of my mouth like he was a mad man, yet not once did I choke on his length. He had an uncanny ability to judge when he was getting too far in, and pulled back before my gag reflex kicked in.
“Suck me harder.” James demanded.
I sucked.
Hard.
“Oh, yeah. That feels fucking awesome. God, I could come right now.” He gasped.
I felt empowered, only sucking all the harder.
With a roughness I’d never experienced before, he lost control.
He ripped his length from my mouth, pulling back on my hair as he did so to free himself with a loud pop.
“Turn over on your knees. Be careful.” He growled.
I did so carefully.
He helped by holding the hammock steady as I rolled, and then gingerly pulled first one, and then the other knee underneath me. His callused hands moved from my hips to the edges of my panties and yanked, making them pool at the bend in my knees.
The position felt incredibly awkward, making me grasp the netting with clutching fingers.
However, in the next second, I didn’t feel awkward in the least. With one rough thrust, he was inside me.
The pound of his hips against mine jolted me forward, pulling me off him. Then he repeated the process by pulling back on the netting as well as thrusting forward.
The added thrust of his hips, and the pull back on the hammock, rammed his cock into me so hard that caused a twinge of pain. The jolt of bliss overshadowed that twinge of pain exponentially, successfully throwing me higher and higher until I burst into a thousand shards. Lights exploded behind my closed eyes as my pussy clamped down hard on his cock.