Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
"I'm too big," he grunted. "Aren't I, sweetheart? But you'll just have to keep on fucking trying to fit me in, won't you?"
I nodded with my mouth full, my head bobbing on his cock as he groaned again and a fresh wave of precum filled my mouth.
"Good fucking girl," he grunted, and I sucked harder.
I was addicted to this. To feeling him throb in my mouth, to tasting his precum. Addicted to the sounds he made as I pleasured him with my mouth. There was nothing I loved more than the moment he gave in completely and gave me what I'd been craving for so long. I needed him to come, I wanted him to fuck me. But he'd made the night all about me, and that night, I wanted him to finish in my mouth. Not knowing whether he planned on fucking me, I sucked harder, desperate to taste the first salty burst of his cum down my throat.
He gripped the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my hair with a low groan escaping his lips as his hips moved of their own accord, driving his cock deeper into my throat.
"Jesus, Rose," he groaned. "You're on a fucking mission tonight."
The car lurched and I landed on his lap, my mouth wrapped around his base. He groaned and made me stay down, choking on his length as he made me take it, spit dripping out the sides of my mouth as he fucked it mercilessly and cruelly. I craved him. I needed his violence, needing him to treat me like nothing but a cheap fucktoy. My whole being cried out for it, and I moaned against his cock as he finally let me go. I came up for air, out of breath and with tears slipping down my cheeks as I did my best to recover.
But before I could, he'd grabbed me by the throat, forcing his cock back down my throat.
"Sorry, little Rose," he said darkly. "But I think you'll be grateful once you get your reward."
He fucked my mouth viciously, his hips moving at a speed and angle I could barely take.
"Look at me," he demanded, and with my last vestige of power I raised my eyes to his, the last puffs of the cigar smoke making him look so very dangerous.
He stubbed it out and laughed in my face.
"Open your mouth," he said simply, and I did, sticking my tongue out for good measure.
He spit inside my throat, unceremonious and brutal. And I loved it, every second of it.
I drank him down greedily and opened my mouth again for his cock, this time keeping my eyes on his the whole time.
"You will swallow," he ordered breathlessly, and I felt his cock throbbing against my wet mouth. "You better fucking do. Every last drop, Rose. You got that, you little whore?"
With his hands now free, he wrapped one around my throat and the other in my hair. I felt myself succumbing to him, somehow getting so very close to the edge even though he was barely touching me, and nowhere near my pussy either. It seemed to surprise him too, and he chuckled darkly as he tugged on my long mane of hair.
"You going to come, Rose?" he growled. "Come for your Master just from having your tight little mouth fucked?"
I mewled and he fucked harder. His tip hit the back of my throat and I felt him groan, the vibrations going through my body as I felt the first spray of salty cum hit the back of my throat.
He pulled out. Held me back by my forehead, his motions frantic and fast as he started jerking off.
"I want it on your face, Rose," he said darkly, and I begged for it, sticking my tongue out and staring straight into his eyes as he worked his cock. "That's it. That's my good girl. Keep that mouth open. Oh fuck, Rose, I can't hold back much longer... Lick your lips for me. Let me fucking watch."
I did it. Everything he asked for, everything he wanted. I acted like a whore for him and I fucking loved every second of it.
I knew he was getting closer from his groans, growing needier and louder with every inhale he took. Finally, he grabbed my chin and brought my face closer to his cock, and he let out a low growl as he started coming, spurting all over my face as I looked up at him. Thick ropes of cum decorated my cheeks, my lips, all over my forehead and in my hair.
Soon it was too much for me, and my legs shook as I cried out, my own orgasm wetting my thighs and making me throw my head back. He wouldn't let me have it. He touched his fingertips to the cum on my face, his cock still rock hard as he fed me his jizz, hot and sticky on my tongue when he forced his lips into my mouth. I drank him down greedily, grabbing his wrist and cleaning his fingers for good measure.