Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
She glances at it in question, but doesn’t ask me about it as the attendant opens the next cage for us.
As we step inside, Gabi glances around the small space, which features red-velvet-lined walls on the bottom half, matching drapes, and ambient light strips. At the center is a cushioned table covered with a fresh sheet, and along the wall, there’s also a small bench.
The cage clicks shut, and as we start to move, Gabi peers out through a gap in the drapes.
“Should we keep them open?” she asks.
“No.” A slightly psychotic possession bleeds through my tone as I press against her from behind, letting her feel my erection against her back. “You’re for my eyes only.”
She shivers in anticipation as I tilt her face up to meet mine. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
I close the drapes and pull my hoodie off her, tossing it onto the bench. Her nipples stab against the thin fabric of her leotard, and I can’t resist groping her through the material as her head falls back against my chest. We stay like that for a while, her eyes closed as her body melts against me in offering.
My gaze drifts over her, memorizing her beating pulse and the curve of her neck. I could stand here all night, staring at her like a serial killer—exactly as she described. Now that I’ve finally allowed myself to look at her for longer than a few seconds at a time, I’m not sure I can stop.
Unfortunately, darkness is fading as light filters into the sky outside, and morning will be here soon. That seems to be the unrelenting theme of our time together—there’s never enough, and it’s always slipping away. It’s a constant echo in my mind, mirroring the reality that this doomed relationship will have to end at some point.
Shoving that thought aside, I bend down to grab Gabi around the back of her thighs, lifting her up and spreading her out on the table. Nervous energy pulses through her as I lay her arms down at her sides and smooth her hair back from her face.
“Beautiful, Praeda.”
Warmth floods her eyes as she peers up at me, and then her gaze drifts to the rigid outline of my cock straining against my pants. She reaches up with a tentative hand and grazes the zipper with her fingers, and I have to bite back a groan.
“Do I finally get to taste you?”
Jesus.
I have to pause to recalibrate because watching her ask to suck my cock just short-circuited my brain.
I’ve put it off, trying to reason with myself that it’s a bad idea for a multitude of reasons.
For one, I still harbor a fantasy of her looking up at my face as she does it. But that’s not likely to happen, and because my self-control is paper-thin at this point, I’m more concerned about claiming every part of her—just as I told her I would.
“One taste,” I tell her as the demon inside me laughs.
A beat of silence stretches between us as I watch her. When she realizes I’m leaving her to her own devices, she slowly drags my zipper down and unwraps my cock like it’s Christmas morning.
As she pulls my briefs down and the heavy weight of my erection falls against her hand, she swallows hard. It takes her a minute to figure out what to do with it as she tries to wrap her fingers around the base, making a sound in her throat that goes straight to my balls.
“It’s so big,” she rasps. “I’m not sure how you haven’t destroyed my insides yet.”
A low laugh rumbles through me, because I’ve had the same thought…too many times to count. I’m not about to tell her she’s survived because I only give her what I think she can reasonably take.
She rolls onto her side, moving closer, the warmth of her breath tickling my skin as she presses a kiss against the shaft. My cock jerks involuntarily, and she seems to like that, so she does it again, all the way up to the head.
When she sees the pre-cum leaking from the tip, she stares at it in fascination, then darts her tongue out to lick it up.
I bite back a curse, nearly giving myself away as I swallow a string of Italian obscenities.
This reaction only seems to encourage Gabi, and before I can prepare myself, she wraps her lips around the head of my cock and pulls me into her mouth.
It’s a natural instinct to reach out and slide my hand through the silky strands of her hair. My fingers press into her scalp reflexively as she sucks me deeper, letting out a little sound of pleasure that vibrates all the way through me.
The warmth of her mouth envelops me as she drags it over my shaft, then pushes herself back down until she gags.