Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
He groans against my skin, his wild eyes meeting mine. "What?"
That needy, desperate look on his face makes me bold. "I want your cock in my mouth."
"Jesus," he rasps, immediately reaching for his pants with shaking hands. "You really are trying to kill me, aren't you, baby?"
"No. I'm trying to ruin you," I whisper, licking my lips when he pulls his dick out. "I'm trying to replace every bad memory with something new, something better. When you sleep at night, this is what I want you to dream about."
"It's fucking working, little bird." He swallows hard. "May not ever forget you asking to suck my cock."
"Good. You aren't supposed to forget it."
He steps closer to the desk, his fist wrapped around his shaft. "Have mercy on me, baby. You're a fucking goddess. I'm just a man. You may kill me."
I grin at him, turning my face to nuzzle his cock. I don't know why I do it. It just feels right in that moment. I just want to feel him burning hot against my cheek. And I really want to hear him.
He doesn't disappoint.
He growls, a desperate, broken sound that sends lava through my veins. His hand spears into my hair, tugging gently. It's more like he's trying to root himself to reality than to control anything I'm doing though.
I turn my head further, flicking my tongue out to taste him. His tangy taste bursts on my tongue, and I moan, immediately loving it.
"Ah, fuck," he groans, his eyes falling closed as he bucks his hips. "That's already too goddamn good."
I lick all over the head of his cock, loving his taste and the sounds he makes. And then I wrap my lips around him, pulling him into my mouth. A gush of fluid hits the back of my throat, choking me.
I pull back, startled.
"Fuck," he groans, eyes wide and dilated. "Do that again, little bird."
I suck him into my mouth again.
"Goddammit," he chokes out, tugging on my hair. "You look so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth, Isla."
I sob around him, taking him deeper. He hits the back of my throat, so I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, running my tongue around him.
He shouts my name, bucking his hips.
My entire body burns, sizzling and screaming with desire as I work him in and out of my mouth, taking him as far as I can before I pull back and then start all over.
"That mouth," he growls, pulsing his hips. "Christ, that fucking mouth."
I hum around him…which he really seems to like. His eyes flash to mine, a growl rumbling in his throat.
"Keep doing that."
I plunge down on him, humming again.
He groans, ripping himself out of my mouth.
I open my mouth to protest, but he's on me before I can even say a word, kissing me like he's trying to steal the breath from my lungs. I mewl into his mouth…and then cry out as his hand slips between my legs, working my clit with sinful precision.
"Please, please," I sob against his lips, writhing all over the desk.
"Please what?" he whispers against my lips. "Please keep doing this? Think I will, little bird."
"Please fuck me, Brantley!" I plead. That's what I want. Not his fingers. Not his mouth. I want his cock. I want him inside me, so deep I can't think or breathe.
"Mm, since you asked so nicely," he chuckles, flipping me around on the desk until I'm bent over the side with him leaning over my back. His lips touch the side of my neck. "Hold on tight, baby."
I grip the edges…
And then shout his name as he slams inside me in one deep, delicious thrust, holding me in place with his hand against my shoulder.
The groan rolling from his lips has my inner muscles fluttering around him as it immediately sends me shooting to the edge. It's the sexiest damn sound I've ever heard.
"Christ, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock," he groans. "Exactly like this is where you're supposed to be."
"It is," I moan, wiggling beneath him, trying to get him to move. God. I need him to move. "Make me yours again, Brantley."
"I told you that you're already mine, Isla. But I guess you need a reminder." He nips the shell of my ear, tipping his hips back before slamming into me again.
I flatten myself over the desk, trying to stifle my cries. It feels so good. God, everything about him behind me, fully dressed, my skirt hiked up around my waist, as he fucks me over the desk, feels far too good.
Or maybe it's the fact that it's his father's old desk heightening sensations. Maybe it's the fact that Brantley isn't helpless anymore, trapped by a monster. He gets to decide what happens to him now. He gets to make his own choices and decide his own fate. And with every thrust, every groan, he frees himself a little more. He becomes a little more his own and a little less his father's.