Total pages in book: 191
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
“Not here.”
I panted quickly. “You can’t stop this now. Look at the state you’re in.”
“I’m not saying no to your mouth, canım.”
I melted all over again at the term of endearment. He’d been slipping a lot lately. Using Turkish words that meant my love, my beauty, my angel, and of course, the one he said had lost all meaning yet still meant my life, my soul. Mum had overheard him last week as we’d pulled bags of groceries out the back of her car. I’d caught her stare and prepared to blurt the truth, but she just squeezed my hand on the way past, cupped Aslan’s cheek as if hearing him say such an adoring word made her happy, then vanished into the house.
Aslan and I had finished taking in the groceries and then ‘happened’ to need to run an errand in town. He’d snatched Dad’s Jeep keys, given me the hottest look of my life, then driven me to the same park where he’d fingered me for the first time and dragged me into the thickest part of the trees.
He’d swallowed my cries as he made me release all over his hand.
I’d gagged him with my tongue as he came all over my leg, jerking himself off to the racing speed of our very horny hearts.
“You’re saying yes?” I whispered, desire flushing every part of me.
Not replying, he took my hand and dragged me tripping and skipping into the captain’s cabin. He didn’t stop. Pulling me down the steps to the small kitchenette, table, and bench seating where he’d been placed, unconscious and broken when he was sixteen.
Letting me go, he paced the small space, his chest rising and falling, his cock spearing out the top of his tight shorts.
He looked like a caged lion fighting his true nature.
“Aslan...relax.” I went to him.
He leaped away from my touch. “We better hurry...if we’re gonna do this.”
“Do you want to do this?” I asked, sudden worry clenching my heart. I’d thought he’d worship me for this. I wanted to blow his mind and make him realise he could never live without me.
He laughed tormentedly, then looked at the ceiling. He muttered something in Turkish, his tone riddled with the temper I knew so well. Marching into me, he clamped shaking hands on my shoulders. “Are you seriously asking me if I want you to give me a blowjob?”
I blushed but nodded. “Yes. You don’t seem all that keen.”
“I wonder why that is.” He smirked. “Your father and mother are—”
“Away. That’s all we need to know. And you’re the one who wants to keep sneaking around. They’d be fine with us. I know they would be.”
“Dammit, not this again, Neri. You finish school next month. Just...wait. Okay?”
“Fine.” I kissed him and cupped his cock. “Only if you shut up and let me suck you.”
“You are seriously going to fucking kill me.” He hissed between his teeth as I pressed my thumb on the tip, making him jerk like he always did.
“What...what should I do?” His voice turned gruff and gravelly. “Should I stand, should I—”
“Sit on the bench, push your shorts down, spread your legs, and stop talking.”
“Fucking hell, hayatım.” He shuddered on the spot, pressing his hand over mine where I fisted him. “You’re going to make me come just with your commands.”
“Do you like being told what to do?”
A black look settled over his face. “I’d rather tell you what to do.”
“Oh yeah?” I blinked and licked my lips. “What do you want me to do, Aslan Avci?”
His gaze shot with darkest lust as he palmed my breast and shoved his thumb beneath my bikini. Toying with my nipple, he pulled me forward and whispered in my ear. “I want you on your knees. I want you to open wide. I want you to suck me like I’m the best fucking ice-cream you’ve ever had, and then I want to watch my cum dribble out of your lips so I can smear it...right here.” He ducked and kissed my cleavage.
“Fuck.” My knees buckled.
He chuckled and caught me. “Not here, Neri. Kneel at my feet over there.” Sweeping me into his strong arms, he carried me to the bench. Putting me back on the floor, he hooked his thumbs into his boxer-briefs and shorts, then with a delicious glower, pushed them down to mid-thigh. With a worried but desire-demented look at the staircase, he sat down, spread his legs the best he could, then pointed at his pre-cum glistening cock.
It stood to full attention. Thick, roped with veins, far bigger and girthier than any ice-cream I’d ever had.
“Suck me. Please fucking suck me before my heart stops.”
Praying to everything holy that I’d hear the clunk of fins and scuba tanks on the deck above, I pulled my bikini top to the side, exposing my nipples to him, then collapsed to my knees.