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)
I grab the sides of his head and drill into him. Slowly at first, but then, as he gets used to the pressure at his throat, I go faster. Every time I drag my cock over his soft tongue, a shiver of pleasure goes down my spine. Lust pools in my balls when I watch my dick stretch his lips.
“That’s it. You’re gonna be so good at this,” I rasp, stroking his pointy ears with my thumbs. “You’ll take my load twice a day, won’t you?” I tease as I speed up my thrusts into his hot mouth.
His hum sounds like confirmation but also travels up my shaft, and all the way to my insides as I ease him in. Hot vapor fills up the space between my ears instead of brains. “I’ll play with you whenever I want, and you’ll be too into it to stop me,” I say, shivering at the plunging noise inside his throat.
Fuck. He is irresistible. I want that collar off and to really make him my boy.
“We’ll be driving down the road, and I’ll just pull your head down if I feel like it,” I fantasize out loud and he whimpers in response, but I’m going for it now. I’m fucking his face in earnest, holding onto his ears and taking no prisoners.
I’ll be coming in his mouth and making sure he swallows every last drop. My heart beats faster with every second, and I feel so alive. I feel free. For the first time in five years I feel truly in charge. Anything I did behind bars was a pale shadow of my new reality. My wings were clipped and claws cut off. I’ll never allow it again.
Tears roll down his cheeks, but he’s holding onto my ass for dear life and clearly doesn’t want me to pull away for more than the inch that allows him to breathe. I smile and pet his head as I ride his face, ready to let go of shame and all the bad things that happened in the past. This is my lucky day, and I will make something out of the chance it offers.
My balls smack his chin, and the heat that’s been cooking inside them rushes up my shaft, erupting inside Sylvan’s mouth.
“Swallow. Take it,” I order him, focused on his messy features.
His eyes go wide, and he chokes a little but doesn’t push me away. He takes a deep breath through his nose, and after the initial shock, he sucks and swallows like he was made for it. I grunt in bliss as I make a few last thrusts, filling his mouth with more cum every time. It feels like letting go of years of pent-up rage and resentment. I thought I’d moved on after a year or two in the can, but I only sense the true relief now.
“You like that?” I rasp. “A full belly of my cum…” I smile in satisfaction and pull out a little so my cockhead still rests on his tongue.
I let go of his pink ears, leaning over him as he swallows what I gave him despite the tears running down his cheeks and the mess of saliva on his chin.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” I utter without thinking and grab a folded piece of white fabric with a golden trim. I use it to clean his face, starting around the eyes, so I don’t get cum in them.
I’m sorry to be out of his mouth, but I know I’ve overstayed my welcome when my cockhead becomes too sensitive. He sighs when I pull out, half-lucid when he stares at me. Then at the fabric.
“Oh no!” he whines and limply pushes my hand away. “Not this one! It has my family crest!”
I look at the already stained handkerchief, noting the letters S. G. and a stylized octopus locked inside an oval crest adorned with seaweed. I shrug. “We’ll just wash it, my prince. No problemo,” I add, dropping it to the bed as I lean in to kiss him.
I’m very aware that he’s still hard and horny out of his mind, but he’s so cute. Little prince with his pointy ears and embroidered handkerchief.
Sylvan takes a deep breath and strokes my stubbly cheek as we kiss. “Your cock tasted delicious,” he whispers against my lips. I’m pretty sure he’s exaggerating when it comes to flavor, but my chest fills with glee either way.
“How do you think I’ll like yours?” I ask and kiss my way down his chest, already pushing his legs open. My mouth waters when his dick pokes the underside of my chin, and I grin when Sylvan puts both his hands across his lips. Heat radiates from his body as I rub my nose up and down his shaft, drinking in his musky essence, but it’s already twitching in response to my touch, so I take it in my mouth before my princeling can start begging.