Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Damn, Sam. He was proving utterly diabolical at using my horniness to have me singing my own praises. And he knew perfectly well that I wanted to touch him more than I wanted to argue the point.
“Yes, I do, Sir. I tried to be good.”
“Go ahead then.” He removed his hand so I could withdraw his long cock. Like Sam himself, it had a certain elegance: a perfect oval head, a long shaft, and a thick vein that looked almost artistically placed.
“I deserve to taste it.” I grinned up at him. I was onto his game now.
“Getting rather cocky now.” He gave me a stern look, but I simply snorted.
“You said cock.”
“Just for that, no tasting.” He lightly thumped the side of my head.
“Please?” I jacked his shaft slowly, trying to tempt him with my touch as much as my words. “Please. I’ll be good. You’ll see.”
“Tell me you want to suck me. You deserve to do the things that give you pleasure, not to simply do things for me.”
“Trust me, blowing you is going to make me happy.” I hovered my tongue above his cockhead, loving how it made him hiss. “I deserve to suck you, Sir.”
“Slow.” His voice was stern, but the faint waver revealed this was new territory for him too. “I don’t want to come right away.”
I took his order literally, lowering my mouth by millimeters and ghosting my tongue along his length. Using a featherlight touch, I teased and tortured until he groaned and fisted a hand in my hair.
“You’re being deliberately naughty.”
“Yes.” I tilted my head, forcing him to tighten his grasp, then moaned. “Make me do it right.”
“You like that? Having your hair grabbed?” Tone experimental, he gently pulled.
“Yes, please. More.” I didn’t wait for his reply before I resumed licking all around his cockhead. As soon as he started using his hold on me to guide my motions, I moaned my encouragement. I happily let him guide me to take more of the shaft, gradually going deeper.
“You’re a revelation,” he gasped, voice husky. Emboldened, I tried sinking down further and using my tongue at the same time. “And a show-off.” Tightening his grip on my head, he pulled me back until only the tip of his cock touched my mouth. “Tell me again what you deserve.”
“Your cock.” I blew a warm breath over his damp cockhead.
“Wrong answer.”
“Your come?” I asked hopefully.
“Worth.” He groaned and laughed at the same time. “All the good things. You deserve to be happy.”
Growing impatient with his mix of sensual control and pop psychology, I let out a rather indignant whine. “Can we start with your cock and go from there?”
“Tell me.” He was absolutely tenacious when he wanted to be.
“I hope like heck I deserve you because I’m not letting you go anytime soon. And you make me happy. And your cock definitely makes me very, very happy.” I gazed up at him with what I hoped was an appropriately adoring submissive expression.
“It’s a start.” Loosening his grip, Sam allowed me to resume my sucking rhythm, and I experimented with various combos of suction, depth, and tongue action until I had him moaning. He seemed to like it best when I sucked hard on the upper part of his shaft, concentrating more on using my tongue rather than trying to go as deep as I could. I adjusted my angle of attack to give even more attention to the sensitive underside of his cock, and he moaned even louder. “A very, very good start. Damn, you’re amazing.”
I couldn’t wait another second to get a hand on my own throbbing cock, but Sam made a stern noise as I reached for my fly. “No touching.”
“I deserve to come,” I wheedled. If that was the game he wanted to play, I could use it to my advantage.
“Ha.” Chuckling, he shook his head at me, affection clear in his eyes. “And I say when. That cock is mine for after. You’re not the only one who deserves a reward.”
“Yes. Please.” My cock pulsed hard at his words, and coming untouched was dangerously on the table, so I resumed sucking him with everything I had. Returning my hands to his hips, I tried to ignore my own need in favor of earning every moan and gasp I could from Sam. I’d never wanted to get someone off so much in my life.
“You want my come?” He panted. His cock seemed bigger, harder, and his thigh muscles tensed under my hands. Victory.
“Yes. I deserve it. Give me,” I demanded. I probably should have added a Sir in there, but Sam wasn’t the only one on edge.
“Good. So good.” His eyes fluttered shut, and his hand tightened in my hair. “Do it. Make me come.”
Didn’t seem like it would take much, and as soon as I sped up my rhythm, his breathing became that much choppier. I sucked hard as I could while taking him as deep as I dared. One more sweeping pass of my tongue, and he was coming in thick spurts, which I eagerly swallowed. His grasp on my hair changed from controlling to petting, stroking as he mumbled more praise.