Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
But I’m so preoccupied with the feel of his throat tightening and contracting around my cock, I don’t pay much attention.
Until I feel it.
His middle finger pushes against the tight ring of muscles, and pain explodes in my hole. My grip on his hair loosens, and he pulls his head away. My hard cock slips out of his mouth, all wet with his saliva.
His finger in my ass is no longer moving as he peppers kisses along my crown.
“Relax for me, baby. Just focus on my mouth.”
“Focus on your mouth?”
“Yeah. You can fuck my throat.”
The erotic image seems to trick my brain enough, because when he slides my cock between his lips again, I’m not as wound up.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “How can you take me all the way back…you little whore? Fucking hell, the feel of my crown at the back of your throat is…nothing like I’ve experienced before.”
“Mmm.” That’s all he can manage as I grab his head with both hands.
“Fuck…yes…deeper, take me deeper…”
His mouth widens, letting me thrust inside, and the friction of his tongue against my cock is making me delirious.
I don’t think I’ve ever used anyone this way, but I use Marcus.
There’s no other word for it. I’m brutally fucking his mouth, his throat, rotating my hips to increase the power.
And he lets me.
He’s even trying to accommodate my length and girth as much as possible.
For a second, I forget about his finger in my ass. I can feel him moving the single digit, thrusting it shallowly at first, then more deeply, but it’s not as brutal as the way I’m fucking his throat.
It hurts a bit, but the pain only adds to the pleasure that’s coursing through my veins.
“Fuuuck…” I curl my fingers in his hair in a merciless grip. “Fucking hell, why does your mouth feel so good? Unghhh…”
He drives another finger inside me, and I think I come a little down his throat.
Holy shit. What the fuck is happening to me?
There’s no way I’d enjoy a man’s fingers in my ass, so why…?
The pain is there, but there’s a troubling feeling—as if a part of me is coming alive for the first time ever.
I fist his hair, dragging him closer, and it must hurt, but he doesn’t try to close his mouth or resist. No matter how vicious my touch is, he never fights it, keeping his teeth out of the way like a true pro.
And that annoys the fuck out of me for some reason.
“What a little whore.” I moan deep as his fingers drive in my ass. “How many cocks have you taken down this throat, you fucking slut, hmm?”
I get on my tiptoes when he thrusts his fingers deeper, and I feel the pleasure rushing straight to my balls.
“Don’t answer that. I…fuck…don’t care…”
His eyes shine in the darkness, and I should probably wonder what that means, but I’m too far gone to care at this moment.
I thought I’d never feel more stimulated than in the locker room, but I was dead wrong.
Because this? This is setting my world on fire.
His fingers scrape a sensitive spot in my ass, and I have no goddamn clue what the fuck comes over me, because all of a sudden, I’m spurting down his throat in thick waves.
The orgasm takes me by surprise, I don’t even realize I’m coming until my fingers are shaking in Marcus’s hair, unintelligible moans spilling out at the same time.
His Adam’s apple works up and down as he swallows the cum. His throat constricts around my crown with the motion, and it makes me come harder.
Even though he tries to swallow everything, there’s just too much cum, and it trickles out the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
The view somehow glitches my brain.
I’ve marked him.
Again.
That’s my cum in his mouth.
His fingers slip out of my ass, and my heart thuds as realization crashes into me. I just let someone finger my ass.
Not just any someone.
A man.
Fucking Marcus.
Before I can let the violent thoughts take root, he stands up and grabs my jaw, forcing my lips open.
My eyes widen when he spits cum in my mouth. He’s spitting my cum in my mouth.
It should be disgusting. Disturbing, even. But then the salty taste explodes on my tongue, and he thrusts his own tongue inside and twirls it with mine. A strange thud happens in my chest, and I remain motionless as he makes me swallow the cum.
He pushes his tongue far inside until he’s slurping on mine.
Until there’s nothing left.
But even then, his tongue doesn’t stop warring with mine, lips to lips, teeth clashing. We’re so intertwined, I don’t know where he ends and I begin.
This fucking—
I bite down on his lip until a metallic taste fills my mouth, then push him away and punch him in the face.
That forces him out of my personal space, and I punch him again, this time in the chest. “I told you not to kiss me, asshole!”