Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
His fingers awaken my skin in new ways, and even though I try to match him, growing bolder in the way I stroke and knead his flesh, it’s clear he’s leading the way. He even grabs some soap and spares my body no attention with it. When he slides his fingers between my ass cheeks, I have to bite back a yelp, and stiffen against him. I’ve never been in a situation like this, and I’m painfully out of my depth.
On one hand, I’ve already allowed too much, on the other, I have to put a stop to this at some point. I’m just not sure where that point is. Allowing him inside my body? Making him come? I know about all these technicalities. I’m inexperienced, not stupid. But reading books about sex is very different from pressing my skin against the thickest, juiciest cock I’ve ever seen. Only now I spot that right above it he has a tattoo stating Kiss Me Here, and it sparks an avalanche of utter filth inside my head.
I already see myself on my knees, servicing him while the shower rains on us, blinding me and tickling the top of my head as I obediently suck on Hawk’s prick, eager to make him happy, desperate for him to like me even more.
“I bet this pretty little hole is just made to take my dick,” he rasps, dragging his finger through my crack and teasing me.
No one’s ever spoken to me that way. No one dared to approach me so shamelessly, and now that he’s here, rubbing my skin until it sings with pleasure, I find it hard to resist when he pours soap into my hands, and then brings them to his balls, telling me exactly how to wash him there. My mouth dries as I wait for my turn to touch his cock, and when he guides me there, I almost feel like I’m about to come myself.
My face is on fire, but I don’t want this to stop. His words are filthy, but full of adoration. For once, I feel as if I’m the prize.
I don’t know what to say, but I still stroke his hard dick with my soapy fingers. It feels like getting to know his prick, and I appreciate that more than he can know. I’m an overthinker and if I am to allow this beast inside me one day, I most definitely need to get acquainted with it first. I want to know what he likes most, how much pressure makes him moan, and how fast he likes to be stroked. I watch without even blinking, taking in every detail in the bright light. How dark it’s getting, how veiny it is, and how it reacts to my touch.
“You look so damn tasty,” Hawk rasps as I roll my thumb against the tip of his dick. Before I can answer, the tip of his finger enters my anus ever so slightly, making gentle circles, as if it wanted to get acquainted with my body too.
His eyes change, darkening further, and as I weigh my words, too aroused to decide whether I should tell him off for touching me there, he spins me so I face the wall, and then… his nose dives between my buttocks.
“Oh!” I yelp, paralyzed with my hands against the tiles. I have this terrible tendency to freeze when shocked. Oftentimes, I imagine all the things that might happen, so I have a response at the ready.
This wasn’t an option in my mind at all.
“Yess…” Hawk groans, sending a shiver down my legs. “Pink, lovely, and fuckable, just like I imagined.”
Before I can come up with anything to say, or what I even think, for that matter, he spreads my buttocks with his massive hands and licks me.
Taint to the bottom of my spine, his wet tongue drags over my pucker, making me moan and sizzle with lust. I don’t need any more reassurance about how much he likes me. I arch his way with a moan, eager to be his meal, even though I know I shouldn’t allow him to sample this much of me. I was supposed to show him my body, and instead, I’m losing my grip on reality.
“Oh fuck…” I whisper, flattening my cheek against the wet tiles as fire sparks down my legs, and then up my back, culminating in an explosion inside my skull. He squeezes my ass, rubs my thighs, and then teases my pucker with the tip of his nose before breathing in my scent with a low grunt. I’m on fire. And while a part of me is ashamed of being in this intimate position with a perfect stranger, I also relish the chance to be with someone who deems me worthy of their attention.
Back home, I never knew how to approach the men I was interested in. They were all, without exception, uncomfortable pursuing a royal, and I never learned how to invite them to my bed, which left me in a permanent sexless limbo.