Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He asks, “What do you think about trying this?” Before I can answer, he strokes my throat and quietly says, “I want to fuck your gorgeous throat, Harlow. Will you let me?”
It’s always been a fantasy of mine, but my last boyfriend Everly was an inept feminist who couldn’t have been more out of his depth when it came to the sack. He objected, blabbering something about how he wanted to treat me with respect. Ugh.
But I didn’t want Everly to think I was trashy, so I backed down. Now, the opportunity has come, and I want Gray to take my throat as hard as he took my pussy.
“Maybe,” I say in a coy voice, pulling at one of my nipples until the peak is stiff and pointy.
“Yes or no, my little pet? There are no maybes between us.”
I pretend to think.
“It might hurt though. I’ve never had a man that deep in my throat before. Do you think I could handle it?”
His hand strokes up my thigh and he gently chuckles.
“I think you can do anything you set your mind to, sweetheart. Also, I want to do that to you. I want to feed you my whole cock, until I can feel the muscles of your throat struggle against me. I want to watch your beautiful eyes water as you realize you can’t breathe. But you don’t fight it because you know this is what I want. Because you want to make me feel good.”
I’m shocked at his description of the act because it seems so raunchy and wrong. But now, I want to try because I’ll do anything Gray wants. I would take his entire cock in my mouth, down my throat, in my pussy, and even in my ass if it makes him happy. I pant, “Yes.”
A triumphant look comes over those handsome features.
“Then on your knees, little girl.”
I scoot between his legs, while he unzips his trousers. The sight of his gorgeous cock makes my mouth water. It’s simply the biggest penis I’ve ever seen, like an erect column with a rounded end. The shaft isn’t too veiny, and the skin is silken. First, I lick the head with a swirl, and gently take him in my mouth. I look up and wait for instructions.
“Go on,” he caresses my head. “Be my little pet.”
It’s strange, but I’m turned on when he treats me like an object or a possession. I stroke him with my tongue a few more times, and he tastes marvelous, salty and sweet at the same time. Hungrily, I drop my tongue to the bottom of his shaft, then slowly suck my way back up to the head. I take my time and savor Gray’s particular mouth feel.
I know the CEO likes it too. His quiet moans fill my head and I want to listen to them all night long. I keep taking him as deeply as possible and I want more, but the angle isn’t working to get him into my throat, and there are inches yet to go.
I touch his balls and pull my mouth from him to say, “Can you fuck my throat now?”
Gray doesn’t say a word as I suck his cock in my mouth again. He stands up, keeping me on him while stroking my hair. Then he gathers the long strands into a ponytail with his hand, and uses it as a guide to fuck my mouth.
Gray’s gentle at first, going in only as deep as I can handle, yet I’m trapped. My face is skewered onto him, and he has my hair wrapped around his fist. I can’t escape, even if I want to. But I’m thrilled to be his captive, like a toy to use for his pleasure.
Holding me tightly, Gray thrusts up to the back of my throat. He pulls back quickly to look at me as my eyes water and I choke a bit, but then I press forward and he takes that as encouragement. I’m so glad he understands.
He pushes even further and for the first time, I feel a cock force itself past my limits and deep into my throat. I have to consciously think about my breathing, my nostrils flaring delicately. His sack touches my chin and his hair tickles my nose. We’re sealed tightly together, and he’s buried in my face.
Yet I’m so happy to take him into me in any way, and my eyes water as he rasps, “Sweetheart, I want a picture.”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan. I want to give him everything. He makes me want to please him.
Gray whips out his phone and snaps a photo of the tears streaking my cheeks as my lips are pulled wide. God, there’s even a bit of drool seeping from the corners of my mouth, but I know Gray only likes that more.