Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
I attacked his slacks until I got them off, pushing his boxers down with them. His amazing cock bounced into view and bopped me on the chin.
I looked at his flesh in amazement, not quite believing that it was real. I reached my hand out tentatively and squealed when it flexed against my fingers. I was in awe. It has got to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Long, hard, about twelve inches, and too thick for my hand to get around. But it was the shape of it, the way the tip curved to the side, and the head that was way bigger and wider than the shaft.
My womb contracted and my pussy leaked again, the juices running down my inner thighs. His hand gripped my hair and led my head down towards his throbbing cock.
I had no choice, not that I wanted one anyway, but to open my mouth and taste. I licked the fat head first, tasting his precum for the first time. Then I closed my eyes and sucked it into the warm cavern of my mouth.
My lips were stretched tight, almost on the verge of pain; but I did not care. I wanted more, wanted to fit all of him in my mouth. The feel of him throbbing on my tongue as he leaked precum made me feel more like a woman. A sensual desirable woman.
He moaned deep and long as his fingers tugged on my hair hard enough to sting and it was the best sound I’d ever heard. As I took more of his cock into my mouth, stretching it to the max, I felt a change come over me. It was a mix of power and submission.
Power because I could make him this hard, make him growl and moan as he pushed into my mouth. Submission, because all I wanted in that moment, was to lie down, spread my legs wide open, and take his big, long, lovely cock inside me.
Sydney
I liked that he was finding such pleasure in me. Liked that I could make him moan like that, like he couldn’t control himself. I became something I never thought I could ever be. A slave to lust.
I gobbled down his thick cock until I choked and gagged, and yet when I tried to pull back, to pull off, his hand held me there, with his meat throbbing against the entrance to my throat.
“Breathe!” His gruff command made my belly tremble and I felt helpless, but loved it. I loved the control he had over me right then. He decided whether I breathed or not and it was somehow liberating.
I inhaled through my nose, concentrating hard on not dying, and soon it became easier to breathe around his cock as he slid it back and forth, each time going deeper until it felt as if he were in my neck.
I didn’t have all of him in my mouth, I don’t think that’s possible, but suddenly I wanted to be the best he’d ever had. I was thinking about her, about outshining her in his bed. As my body heated up and he reached over my back and drove his fingers into me, it was all I could think about.
So my hips moved faster and my mouth sucked harder. I yelped when he pulled me off his cock and flung me back against the pillows roughly.
My eyes widened at the look on his face. The skin was drawn tight across his cheekbones and there was a light in his eyes that was almost terrifying. Had I gone too far?
His hand gripped his impressive cock and stroked and my eyes followed. There was a line of precum hanging from his cock tip to the mattress. His hands moved faster and he seemed to grow longer right before my eyes. Oh hell!
“Open your legs wide and hold them there.” His voice brooked no objection and I rushed to obey, holding my wide spread thighs below the knees. Holding myself open for him. How was it possible that he could make me burn with his voice?
Where did this hunger, this need, that beat inside me come from? My eyes never left his cock even as he leaned over me on one hand while leading his cock into me with the other.
We both looked between my legs as the fat bulbous head of his cock spread my pussy lips. I felt panic at the size of that thing. There’s no way he was getting that inside me. I can barely get my fingers in me sometimes, so I know.
I winced and inched back when he pushed, but he grabbed my hip and held me in place. I burned and hurt as he stretched me, but he did it so slowly the feeling didn’t last for very long.