Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
So goddamn proud of your dick.
He goes further in one smooth motion, giving me more until I feel his tip push up hard against the back of my throat.
And then he keeps going. He moves past the point where I can breathe, and his hand comes down at the back of my head, forcing me forward more.
It’s way too fucking much.
My mouth is up all the way to his base, with my lower lip hitting the top of his sack and my nose shoved into the soft hair above it. When he pulls his hips back and then shoves in again, I gag on his size. It stretches my throat wide, too big for me.
The moment he feels me struggle, he exhales, looking down at me with his eyes half-lidded.
I can’t breathe.
“Does it hurt?” he murmurs.
But he must be aware that I can’t speak. My whole mouth is stuffed with him, warm and tight and stretched. He pulls out for a split second, teasing at giving me a break, but then he goes back in again fast before I get a chance. His soft moan fills the air above me as he grips the hair at the back of my head.
The edges of my eyes start to sting right before he finally takes mercy on me and pulls all the way out.
I gasp for a breath. I cough a couple of times, and he takes a breath too, singularly focused as he looks down at me.
“God,” he murmurs.
Enjoying your prize, with your freakishly large cock?
“Yes, it hurt,” I tell him.
“Did you like it?”
I breathe for a moment, pausing to try to convince myself I haven’t gone insane.
“Did you like it?” he repeats, more firmly.
The truth is devastating to admit.
“Yes.”
He nods. “Your mouth is perfect. It’s rare that a girl can take all of me, but you… fuck, I almost wish I had my supplies so I could paint you. Come here.”
He uses his thumb to push down on my chin, coaxing my mouth open for him again as I obey.
I’m too busy looking at the veins on his cock to pay much attention to what he’s saying, because I can’t figure out the physics of how the fuck I fit that whole thing inside me, either.
Inch after inch of him fills my mouth again. This time I’m slightly more prepared, expecting the amount of force he uses, so I lean into it, giving him a better angle for my throat.
He’s clearly crazy, but I have no ground to stand on either. My cock is straining against my pants, and I reach down and fumble to undo the top button and zipper, fishing it out until it’s freed.
I squeeze my fist around myself and moan in relief around his cock.
That feels better.
“Hey. You can’t come,” he utters, watching me with a burning stare. “Not ‘til I say.”
I find myself wondering why Chase thinks he has any authority over what I do.
I wonder if he’s always like this. He starts to fuck my mouth in earnest, like it’s a perfectly normal occurrence for him to use me, and even though he hasn’t been with a man, he certainly seems well acquainted with taking control.
I gasp for air again after he pulls out of my throat.
His green eyes are so arresting, like he’s taking something from me with his gaze.
When he looks at me like that, things get too real. It starts to seem like he’s wondering who I am, and it sends panic through me.
Don’t think too deeply about me.
That’s not what this is.
I take the initiative to slide forward again on his cock before he has the chance to think too deeply about it. I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, lapping along him for a minute before I take him as far as I possibly can again, feeling the ridge of his cock head push deep into my throat.
“What the actual fuck…” he whispers, but he doesn’t finish the question. “It’s like you’re trying to milk my cum from me. Who taught you to suck dick like that?”
Who taught you to talk like that?
He grips the back of my head hard and I groan as he yanks me into a position he seems to like.
If this is how forceful he acts with his cock in someone’s mouth, I can’t even imagine what it’s like to be fucked by him. He must be completely intolerable. The thought pulses through me unbidden, and my cock throbs in my hand.
I can’t think about doing more.
He’s never going to fuck me. I’ve never been fucked with anything other than a toy. Even when I was last with a man, I was still so young, and things never went that far. Daniel would never kiss me… and never fuck me. That was the unspoken rule.