Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
The girl turned around, and her eyes flared with want when she saw me. She couldn’t be older than twenty-five, but I didn’t give a shit. She had a mouth, and she was hungry for it.
“Get on your knees,” I told her as I unzipped my jeans, needing to free my cock. I shoved them down, along with my boxers, and all ten inches of my dick stood erect against my hard lower stomach.
“Oh God,” she breathed, kneeling in front of me.
The angry, swollen head was leaking pre-cum, and she ran her fingertip over it, then stuck it in her mouth and moaned like she enjoyed the taste. As nice as her little show was, I wanted to come. I didn’t have time for her to do sexy shit. I was already fucking hard.
I grabbed her dark hair and fisted it in my hand. “Suck it,” I ordered and gave her no other option as I took my dick in my other hand and guided it into her mouth.
Most women I had suck me off were professionals at taking it down their throat. I liked to be balls deep, but it was a lot of cock to take.
“Open your throat and let it all in, or I’ll slam it down,” I warned as the head was encased by a warm, wet hole.
Fuck, that was it. Just what I needed. It continued to go further, and I smirked and glanced down at her. Maybe she was a professional. She wasn’t even gagging yet. I eased up on her hair and groaned.
“Ah, yeah, that’s good.”
She made a sound, and I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the wall behind me. No need to instruct this one. She was clearly used to having a cock in her mouth. I’d have to remember this. Request her more often. A gag came when it was three-fourths of the way in, and I let the image in my mind take over.
It wasn’t the brunette, but a blonde head down there. I could see my cock bulging in her slim throat. Tears running down the sides of her face as I sank fully into her. The nails that clawed down my thighs were red, and jade eyes stared up at me with wet, spiky lashes. God, she was even more gorgeous like this, and I hadn’t thought it was possible for her to get any better.
“Take my dick like a good girl,” I rasped as the pleasure pulsed through me.
Her head began to bob as she ran her tongue along it, gagging every time I went balls deep.
“Ah, baby. That’s it. Suck my cock like a little slut. Such a pretty little thing. You want it, don’t you?” I was lost in my own fantasy. And the scene taking place in my head was going to make me come fast. “You want my cum?” I panted. “I’m gonna give it to you. Shoot my load down your tight throat, just like I did your cunt.”
My balls tightened, and the tingles started. I gripped her hair tighter, keeping my eyes closed. The image in my head was what I wanted to see when I shot off. The mouth I wanted my seed to fill was one I also wanted to punish.
“Yeah, fuck. Fuck, that’s it. Fucking keep gagging. That’s what you deserve,” I ground out through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna make you pay for it.”
More tears fell from her eyes, and she whimpered.
“That’s—GAH. Dammit, yesss.” My body jerked as my dick exploded. “Ah, God, Ringlets, baby, fuck.” I fell back against the wall, letting go of the hair I’d been holding, hating that I had to open my eyes.
When she let my dick pop free of her mouth, I straightened and reached for my boxers and jeans, then pulled them up. The attendant stood, and I knew she’d told us her name when we boarded, but I couldn’t remember it. Not that it mattered. She’d served a purpose, and I’d tip her well for it. Not only had she given me an excellent blow job, but I’d realized exactly what I was going to do about Branwen.
“Do you need me for anything else, sir?” she asked.
I looked down at her as she batted her eyes up at me. “No, that’ll be all.”
Twenty
Branwen
Stevie ate a Popsicle while wrapped in a towel, sitting on the lounger beside me. She had been swimming for two hours, and my guess was, she was going to need a nap soon. Today had been a more pleasant experience as compared to yesterday. By the time we had gotten off the plane, I’d been so angry and emotionally spent, trying to act like I was fine for Stevie’s sake, that I had gone to bed, dreading the next three hundred sixty-four days.
After successfully ignoring Linc during breakfast, he had said he had to go handle some work and would be gone until late. I wanted to cheer with relief. Stevie pouted. Having been on the receiving end of that pout many times, I knew its power. Linc promised her a movie night with ice cream sundaes and said he would bring her back a surprise. That sent her flinging her arms around his legs and thanking him and calling him Dad. The scene was almost enough to soften me up.