Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Papi,” I breathed.
“Fuuuuck,” he snarled, his fingers tugging on my hair just a bit harshly. But I didn’t mind. “Ask me again, perrito. Properly this time.”
I was going to combust.
“Can I suck you, Papi?” I timidly asked, my voice cracking.
He nodded. “I’ll give you anything in the fucking world.” I shivered. “Open wide, perrito. Stick out your pretty tongue.” I did as he instructed. He groaned. “That’s it.”
I moaned as Rico pushed his thick cock between my lips. My eyelids fluttered closed, and then, Rico was gently fucking my mouth, his hand holding my head in place as much as he was cradling it, loving me all while he treated me like his little whore.
I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Touch yourself,” Rico ordered. “Let Papi see you fall apart as I use your pretty mouth.” I instantly did as he instructed, moaning long and low when my fingers finally wrapped around my length. I shivered, tears leaking down my cheeks. Rico picked up his phone and went back to his phone call. I kept my eyes locked on his, loving the way he watched me stroke myself and suck his cock all while he pretended that I wasn’t worshipping his thick length.
I fell into that heady space only Rico had ever been capable of sending me to. With my eyes locked on his, the world ceased to exist as I fucked into my fist. My jaw hurt as Rico used me, his thrusts becoming a little more forceful. His cock was thickening in my mouth, a sure sign he was drawing nearer to his climax. And I was so close to following him over the edge. I was right there. I just needed him to come first.
Drool slicked up my chin. My tears were hot as they rolled down my cheeks. And then, I was coming, a broken sob tearing from my chest as I spilled into my fist and made a mess on my lap. Rico clenched his jaw, holding my head in place as he spilled down my throat. I whimpered as I swallowed every drop.
When he pulled out of my mouth, I slumped to the side, leaning heavily against his desk, my eyelids drooping closed. I was cum drunk and sleepy, and I wanted my Papi to cuddle me close.
When I opened my eyes again, Rico was kneeling in front of me and cupping my damp cheek. “Figure it the fuck out and get back to me,” Rico growled before ending his call. I blinked at him, trying to catch up with what was happening. “Are you okay, perrito?”
“Mhm,” I hummed, scooting closer to him. “You didn’t have to end your phone call so fast.”
He chuckled. “Perrito, you were so out of it while my cock was in your sweet mouth that you didn’t even realize we were working on a solution.” He leaned forward and softly kissed me. I sighed, sinking into him. “You did so fucking well.”
A dopey smile tilted my lips. “Good,” I whispered, my eyes closing again. “Can we take a nap, Papi?”
Instead of verbally answering me, he fixed my messy jeans before picking me up and carrying me out of his office, heading for the stairs.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Rico
“Papi?”
Immediately, I lifted my head from where I’d been staring at my laptop screen, giving my little puppy my undivided attention. “Yes, perrito?” I asked, leaning back in my desk chair as I ran my eyes over him.
He’d still been asleep when I’d woken up this morning, and when we’d had breakfast together after he’d finally emerged in the dining room, he’d still been in his pajamas. I’d left him on the couch with his phone and the TV remote while I came to work. Since then, he’d obviously showered, his hair hanging damply over his forehead, and was now wearing a pair of light-wash skinny jeans and one of my hoodies, his feet shoved into his house slippers.
God, I loved it when he wore my clothes. It made me want to fucking devour him.
He stepped closer, so I rolled my chair back from my desk, an open invitation for him to come closer. He took it, just like I knew he would, and squeezed between me and my desk until he was standing between my spread knees. Leaning forward, I gripped his hips and tugged him a little closer.
“I… um…” He frowned, suddenly looking unsure of himself.
Reaching up, I gripped his chin and angled his face down so he was looking at me. Arching I brow, I asked, “You what, perrito?” I didn’t like it when he was nervous with me. He never had any reason to be.
He swallowed thickly, and that pretty tongue of his came out to lick over his lips. My cock swelled to half-mast in my slacks, but I ignored it. He wasn’t here for sex or to get me off. He clearly had something on his mind but was too… nervous to voice it.