Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“A couple of minutes, I guess,” he shrugged.
“What’s wrong?” I asked him again.
He shrugged again.
Something was wrong.
I just didn’t know what.
Something had changed in the last few minutes, and I wanted to know what.
Smiling down at my shoes, I suddenly took his hand and started pulling him along with me to his office, leaving Ruthie to speak with Sterling.
“Take me to your office,” I ordered.
He went, but I could tell it was reluctantly.
The moment we got inside, I pushed him back until I could close the door.
I flicked on the light, then dropped down to my knees in front of him.
“Sawyer,” Silas growled.
I looked up at him to see his face still set in stone.
He didn’t want to talk?
Well I wouldn’t make him.
“This isn’t the time,” he growled once again.
I ignored him.
Reaching for his belt buckle, I quickly undid it.
The metal buckle clanged loudly as I quickly removed the belt from the loops and tossed it somewhere behind me.
I saw his hand move to his back and heard him grunt as he caught what I assumed was the gun he kept at the small of his back.
Whoops.
Regardless, I started working on his pants, roughly yanking the zipper down.
“Shit,” he hissed.
Then I yanked his underwear and jeans right down to his knees.
His soft cock fell free from its confines, and I licked my lips as I marveled at how big it was even in its softened state.
A challenge?
Looking up, I smiled at Silas.
He glared.
“What’s wrong, Silas?” I asked, leaning forward to trail my tongue along the head of his cock.
The moment my tongue met his skin, his cock jerked.
Keeping contact with his eyes, I leaned forward and sucked his entire cock into my mouth.
I’d never felt it when it was soft.
Well, I’d felt it, as it wasn’t unusual for me to cup his package on occasion as I would walk past him or even sometimes when the mood just came over me. What can I say? I love his cock.
I’d just never had it in my mouth while soft.
This was the first time I’d ever been able to get his entire cock in my mouth, and I savored the feeling.
Except he still wasn’t getting hard.
Was he reciting the ABC’s or something to keep from getting hard?
“What? Should we get you some Viagra or something?” I teased, cupping his balls. “You’re too old to get it up?”
I felt like I’d just taken my life in my hands as I said it.
Nervous as hell, I finally looked up into his burning eyes.
“You wanna know what’s wrong?” He asked, gently cupping my face.
I nodded, albeit reluctantly since he now had a firm grip in my hair that was hurting already, and he wasn’t even doing any tugging.
“My problem, honey, is that you were talking to a man. Touching him. Hugging him. Allowing him to put his hands on you,” he said softly. “You’re mine. Not his. He doesn’t get to have you like that.”
I laughed. “Silas, you’re name isn’t tattooed on me. You have no right to say who I can and can’t hug. I promise you I won’t be fucking anyone else, but there are occasions when I want to hug other people of the male and female variety.”
“Suck my cock,” he said, tugging my hair until my face was resting against his still flaccid cock.
I opened my mouth but instead of sticking his cock in my mouth, he placed his balls there.
“The thing about me,” he said. “Is that I have complete control over my mind and body. I’m not a little boy to be trifled with. If I want to fuck you, I’ll allow myself to get hard. If I don’t want to fuck you, it won’t happen. Now, run your tongue around my balls.”
When I didn’t comply fast enough, he yanked my hair and I moaned.
God, I was such a whore.
This shouldn’t be turning me on, this domineering side of him.
But it was, and I was fucking dripping.
I could tell my panties were soaked.
And the next thing would be my jeans, and I really didn’t want that to happen.
I still had to walk through a gaggle of bikers and their women. And I didn’t think for a second that they wouldn’t notice.
“I said lick,” he growled, pulling on my hair again.
His other hand was holding his cock out of my face, allowing him to watch my eyes and mouth.
I could see his cock hardening out of the corner of my eye, but my gaze stayed on Silas’.
His were hard and unbending.
My eyes narrowed, and in an act of defiance I sucked.
He hissed and yanked back hard on my hair.
“Bitch,” he growled.
Removing his balls from my mouth, he replaced it with his cock.
His now hard cock.
Really hard.
I choked on it the moment he got four inches into my mouth.
I wasn’t an expert at giving blow jobs.
Turns out I had a hell of a gag reflex.
Something Silas had been battling for a while now.
This time, though, he didn’t care that he was making me gag.
He was forcing his hard cock into my mouth, causing my eyes to water.
I was surprised that I really liked this side of him.
How he was forcing me to take him.
It was almost like he was forcing me to enjoy it, too.
He’d always been so careful with me, afraid that it’d scare me off.
And I’d wanted more from him, but I had no clue how to tell him that I wanted more, I wasn’t even sure what exactly the more was that I wanted.
Apparently, Silas knew, though, because he was giving it to me right then.
“Suck me,” he said.
Keeping my eyes on him, I started to suck.
I wasn’t sure how hard to suck, though.
Hard? Soft?
Soft like I would suck on a Popsicle, or hard like a vacuum?
I went with medium…like I would work a straw while drinking a milkshake.
Which apparently was the right choice because he growled his approval.
“Good girl,” he said, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth now, using my hair as leverage.
I hummed.
His grip tightened.