Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Her eyes narrow, and she looks at me with disbelief. "You wouldn’t…"
“Oh, I definitely fucking would, and you know it. Or maybe you want to test me and see if I’d really do it.” I snap my teeth at her, anticipating her next move before she makes it.
She has too much dignity and self-respect to push me and see if I’d actually do it. The better question is, would she let me, or would she fight me? The thought makes my cock harder than steel. Slowly, she reaches for the button on my jeans, flicking it open. I lift my hips for her and allow her to pull the fabric to my knees.
"Hurry, Bel, or do you want everyone to watch me take your pussy raw?" I taunt.
My cock springs free, and I watch her throat moving as she visibly gulps. Watching her face every time she sees my cock is a sight I’ll never get tired of. She’s so innocent and fragile. I can’t wait to dirty her up and bend her to my will.
“Ticktock.”
She wrinkles her nose at me and scoots closer. Leaning forward, she licks her lips and parts them as she closes them over the thick mushroom-shaped head. A pleasurable sigh escapes me, and her warm, wet mouth is the perfect distraction. Through hooded eyes, I watch as she circles the base of my cock with her hand and jerks me off, all while doing her best to take as much of me into her mouth as she can.
She struggles, but it’s a magnificent sight, and I’m tempted to lift my hips and touch the back of her throat just so I can see her pretty green eyes fill with tears.
No, not tempted.
Going to.
With a single finger, I tilt her chin up so I can see her eyes while she sucks me deep. I choose then to thrust forward and let out a throaty moan when my cock brushes against the back of her throat. Tears immediately fill her eyes, and when she blinks, they trail down her cheeks.
“Fuck.” I growl and do it again. She tries to look away, but I stop her, my fingers sinking into her hair, holding her in place. I need to see her, but more than anything, I need her to see me. “No, keep looking at me. I want to see how beautiful you look with tears staining your cheeks while I fuck your throat.”
Those big green eyes of hers shine so brightly and only encourage my fucked-up behavior. She makes a gagging sound as she chokes on me, and I’m so gratified by it that I hold myself there at the back of her throat until she struggles for air, her hands pushing against my thighs. The fearful haze that fills her features makes my blood sing. I crave her fear like an addict craves his next hit. After a few seconds, I pull back, and that’s when she pulls away altogether. I let her go only because I want to see what she plans to do next.
Saliva dribbles out the side of her mouth, her lips are swollen, and her eyes are blurry with fresh tears. She’s so fucking beautiful, and she doesn’t even know it. Swiping at the side of her mouth with the back of her hand, she peers up at me remorsefully. "I don’t want to do that again. I thought you were going to choke me to death. You know I have no experience with any of this.”
“Okay, well if you don’t want to choke on my cock, then stand, lift your dress, and bend over. I’ll take your ass instead.”
She shakes her head frantically, blond pieces of hair flying. The fear reflecting back at me isn’t fake. It’s real. She knows that I’ll do whatever I want to her, but she also knows that I don’t really want to hurt her. Not truly. Which is why beneath that fear, I see desire, red-hot desire. “No.”
“A hole is a hole, flower. Choose before I choose for you.”
She releases a ragged breath and appears to be talking herself up because a second later, she takes me into her mouth again. I smile and sink my fingers into her hair, gently stroking her while also holding her in place as I lift my hips, fucking her face slowly.
Little gag sounds escape her, and saliva dribbles from the corner of her mouth and onto my jeans, but she doesn’t try to fight me. I swipe at the tears as they trail down her cheeks and thrust faster and harder.
"You’re such a good girl, taking my cock into your mouth and letting me fuck your throat. But you better work faster. I can feel the wheel starting to move."
That frantic look appears again, and she ups her pace, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks harder. My abs contract as the pleasure builds in my gut. Fuck me. Little by little, the anger she stirred to life fizzles out, and all I can feel is her and the pleasure she gives me.