Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“This…” He looked around and gestured toward the street. “Nothing about this is fair.”
I didn’t let myself dwell on that. “Take my cock out, Henri. I want to fill your mouth with it.” I brushed my thumb over his lip, and he sucked the digit into his mouth. Jesus, just that felt good enough to have me needing more air. How did this boy have me so entranced? I lowered my zipper and pulled out my cock, offering it to him.
2
Henri
What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
I’d been asking that a lot lately, ever since I’d lost my job and gotten so behind on student loans and the bills that had piled up after my mother died that I’d been desperate enough to try what my cousin swore to me was the best way to earn fast money.
So far, the nights I’d spent working the street had been demoralizing, scary, and not very lucrative. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last.
When I saw the man crash his car, something told me to go to him, that he was exactly what I needed. Once I saw his hypnotizing dark eyes, his short dark hair that was trying to curl, and the way he held himself with such arrogance even as he sat there in his fucked-up car, I knew I wanted him. I also knew he was trouble.
Now, despite the money I’d already made, I was starting to wonder if I would’ve been better off never approaching him. Except this was the first time I hadn’t been fighting revulsion with a customer. The way he spoke to me—like he was so sure I would do exactly what he said—was hot as fuck. He was mesmerizing but also dangerous. All anyone had to do was look at him to know that.
I wondered if he would actually give me more money. If he didn’t, I still would’ve made more than I had from anyone yet.
I stared at his cock as he freed it from his pants. It was long and thick with a prominent vein running along the length. I didn’t know how much of it I’d be able to swallow. Would he force it down my throat the way other men had? Somehow, with this man, the thought of him controlling everything turned me on instead of scaring me. Something about him simply exuded power.
He ran a hand lazily up and down his length as he studied me. “Show me what you’ve got.”
I licked my lips and swallowed, forgetting to make eye contact, forgetting to work at seduction the way I was supposed to. I knelt on the seat and braced my hands on his thighs, finally meeting his gaze as I leaned down. He took hold of his cock, and when I got close, he brushed the tip over my lips.
“You have a beautiful mouth,” he murmured, “but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid to wreck it.”
A shiver ran through me. I considered trying to escape, but I remembered the feel of his hand around my arm. If he didn’t want me to go, I wasn’t going to get away. My heart slammed against my chest as I opened my mouth and ran the flat of my tongue along the underside, using the tip to tease him just past the head. He tasted good—clean and spicy. My eyes drifted closed as I teased his slit.
His hand slid into my hair, gripping tightly. “Eyes up. On me.”
I forced myself to look at him. There was so much intensity in his gaze. I pressed harder against his thighs, not wanting him to feel my hands shake.
I opened up and took him in, swallowing about half his length before knowing I’d gag if I went for more. He was so thick. My lips stretched around him. I knew my mouth would be sore when I was done, but it was so much better than what I’d thought the night would bring. I wanted to do this. I wanted a chance to enjoy myself.
Teasing him with my tongue, I pulled back slowly.
“More,” he demanded.
I tried to relax my throat as I took him in again, but I still couldn’t swallow his whole length. I gagged and pulled back, coughing.
I looked up when I recovered, expecting him to be angry, but he was smiling.
“I like when a boy is willing to work for it. You’re going to take it all, every inch. I’m going to stuff it all down your throat. I don’t mind if you gag. I don’t mind if you struggle.”
Jesus, this man. No one had ever talked to me like that. Men had been rough with me, but they’d just taken what they wanted, wordlessly, clumsily. I’d never been with anyone who made me want to do what he said, want to surrender to him like this man did. If only… No, that was the stuff of fairy tales. This was real life—hard-as-fuck, working-the-streets life. I just got lucky this one customer was more pleasant than the rest.