Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Piece by piece, her clothes fell around my chair.
I gripped the armrests a little tighter, my knuckles starting to ache from the exertion. My cock twitched like it’d just been electrocuted with high voltage. I wasn’t sure which was sexier, her obedience or her skin.
When she was in just her thong, her thumbs tucked into the straps over her hips, and she prepared to push them over her perky ass.
I snapped my fingers then motioned for her to turn around.
She stood still with her fingers in place, her flat stomach defined with her visible, slender abs. Her skin was tanned everywhere, a beautiful inheritance from her Italian genetics. Her tits were firm because she was a bit cold—or horny. Her hard nipples were pointed right at me. With her long hair stretching down her chest to her breasts, she regarded me with a hard gaze.
Then she turned around—and bent over.
Damn.
She slid the black lacy thong over her ass and then down her thighs, her perfect pussy staring right at me. She pushed the material to her knees then let them fall the rest of the way. When she righted herself, she ran her fingers through her hair and arched her back, posing for me like a stripper about to hit the pole.
I didn’t even notice that my mouth was hanging open.
She slowly turned back around and gave a slight smile, like she could read my expression because I didn’t have the strength to hide it anymore. I was the one in charge, but now she had the upper hand.
I shut my mouth and turned rigid, but my dick would always be an indicator of my deepest feelings. I was somehow harder than I’d been before…even though I was at full mast. More blood drained from my brain and was stuffed inside my length. “Kneel.”
When she heard my command, that knowing smile disappeared. She held on to my knees as she lowered herself to the ground, not issuing a grimace when her bony knees hit the wood.
Her hands slowly migrated up my thighs, and she leaned forward so her tits were on top of my body. She looked at my hard physique and stared at the drops of liquor that were still sprinkled across my skin. After a swipe across her lips with her tongue, she looked at me.
Jesus.
She got to work.
She pushed my knees apart to get herself closer to me, then placed that warm tongue against my balls.
My entire body flinched at the initial contact because it felt like a pleasurable shock. The grooves of her tongue were noticeable, the warmth and wetness of her mouth heaven. I closed my eyes involuntarily and let out a groan I couldn’t control.
Something told me she gave good head.
Her gentle kisses turned to forceful sucks, and she adored my balls even though they weren’t the best part. She closed her eyes and dragged that tongue over every sensitive inch of my sac, making all my nerve ending fire off in pleasurable waves.
I was paralyzed by this woman.
Once she got every drop of scotch, she moved farther up until she kissed my hard shaft. Gentle kisses were placed up the prominent vein, giving it her delectable touch as she moved to my head. When she got there, her tongue flicked across the top, tasting more of the booze I had poured all over myself. “You’re gonna make me drunk…”
I was already drunk…and high…watching this.
She opened her mouth wide and started to take me in, a slow descent so she could get used to my dimensions. When she sank as far as she could go, she quickly pulled back to take a deep breath. Her eyes watered at the pain then she tried again.
I liked watching a woman choke.
She slowly moved up and down, her flat tongue cushioning my dick as I slid deep inside. She kept her teeth far away and never sliced me, even though there wasn’t much room in that little mouth. Her nails dug into my thighs as she kept moving, her mouth filling with saliva that she had to pull away to swallow.
The booze was long gone so I expected her to stop, but she kept going for it.
I wanted to roll on a condom and fuck her, but I was paralyzed by the things she did to me. One hand left the armrest and slid into her hair, pulling it away from her face so she could keep up her excellent work. “Look at me.”
Her eyes lifted to meet mine as she kept sucking my dick, giving me long strokes that started at my head and moved all the way down to my balls. She could fit most of me, but sometimes when she tried to go too far, she had to pull away and suffer the consequences of her gag reflex. Her eyes watered further until beautiful tears formed and cascaded down her cheeks, sparkling like diamonds. One hand remained wrapped around my dick, holding it for support as she got the air back into her lungs. “I’m sorry…you’re just big.”