Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 157460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
“Suck,” he demanded again, hoarsely watching. Fascinated. Fucking her mouth. Her throat. A thing of beauty. She was a thing of beauty. He controlled everything. She’d deliberately given that to him by putting herself in this position. She had to accept his demands, and he was demanding a lot. More lightning streaked up his spine, through his cock, and into his balls as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. She lashed with her tongue, stabbed and trailed fire over his shaft.
Player roared with the fiery pleasure consuming him, the terrible rage boiling in his balls, so ready to explode. His hips kept plunging. “Suck harder. Fucking harder, Zyah. Take me deeper.”
She choked, her body drawing up, but he refused to pull out, holding still. Staying deep. He soothed her in his mind. Your cock, baby. Your man. Do this for me. Give this to me. Only you can do this. You’ve held your breath far longer than this.
At once she settled, her mouth pulling at his cock, sucking at him, and he drew back to give her air, his hand stroking her hair. She couldn’t quit now. She had to keep going. He bent his head to her tits, licked her nipples, sucked them and then bit gently before taking her mouth. Kissing her.
“Do you want to stop? I can fuck you, baby. You’re slick. I can see you’re dripping right now.” He had to make the offer, but it was a strain. His cock roared for her throat. To finish what she’d started. “Anything we do is going to be perfect, Zyah. This was so good. Let me fuck you. You’re close. I can see how close you are.” He found he meant it after all. He loved her so much for giving him what she had, such a gift. He didn’t need more. He might want it, but he didn’t need it.
She shook her head slowly, her body doing a slow undulation there on the bed. “No, honey. I told you what I want. I panicked for one moment, but you steadied me. I want you just the way we were doing. Hurry.”
His cock raged at him, felt like a monster out of control. He wanted to roar with hunger for her. “You have to be certain, baby. My cock is like a beast. I’m so on edge.” He was. Dark with lust now. He wanted back in that haven she’d offered him.
“I’m absolutely certain. Give me back what’s mine.”
Zyah licked her lips, her eyes on his cock. She opened her mouth, and he didn’t wait. He couldn’t. There was no finesse. He circled the base of his cock with his fist and shoved half of it into her mouth. He wasn’t going to last this time, and he knew it. She was already swallowing him down, lavishing attention, worshipping his cock. Hollowing her cheeks and sucking him like that vacuum he had felt surrounding him before but lashing him with more fiery heat than ever before. Her eyes were on his. Surrendering to him. Giving herself to him.
She fought off the need to breathe as he surged in and out of her mouth, down her throat. She controlled her gag reflex, her eyes going liquid, all while her tongue tried to tease, her mouth tried to work, but eventually there was no keeping up with his pumping. Her eyes held a dark lust as she struggled for him, controlling her fear.
Watching her deliberately swallow him down, trying to take him deeper each time, magnified the ecstasy of the scorching-hot restrictive tunnel of her throat. It closed around him, silken and tight, a vise as she swallowed. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Off of her lips, stretched so wide. Her dark eyes pure liquid now, filled with lust echoing his own. That delicate throat, distorted with his monster invading, swelling, cutting off her air. Thunder roared in his ears. His mind went to chaos, a haze of red that bordered on so out of control he barely knew what he was doing, only that his cock kept growing and she couldn’t stop now.
“Don’t stop. Swallow. Swallow me down. Take it now, baby. All of it. Every fucking drop.” His hands went to her head, fisted in her hair as his cock swelled and swelled beyond anything he’d known. His cock began to jerk hard, over and over, erupting like a volcano, his seed boiling up like hot lava, exploding down her throat, long deep pulses, ejecting ropes of his hot seed. The pleasure bordered on pain but was a kind of ecstasy/euphoria he’d never known.
He managed to get into his brain enough to realize she needed air, and he pulled back a scant inch or two to allow her to breathe, but his cock was still pulsing and he didn’t have the strength to leave the warmth of her mouth. His shaft lay heavy on her tongue as they both gasped, trying to drag air into their lungs.