Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
I smile as I walk out and take out my black pointe shoes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip them on and tie them up. They’re new and need to be broken in, but tears sting my eyes at how beautiful they are. Slowly I stand and go straight on my toes.
“Antoinette.” His gravelly voice makes my arms pebble with excitement. I walk into the other room with nothing but my black pointe shoes and red lips.
And then I freeze.
He sits like a king.
Naked.
His muscled legs spread, arms resting on both sides of the leather chair. His physical beauty is startling. He’s so striking, imposing, I can barely take a full breath. I planned to make him grovel, make him unable to breathe, but as I blink at him, that’s gone. He has a round chocolate cake on his lap, covering his cock.
And I die.
Thankfully his eyes rake over my body, lingering on my erect nipples and pussy.
“On your toes,” he says.
I lick my lips, slowly rise to my toes, and spin toward him, stopping right in front.
“Open these legs. I want to see my cunt,” he growls, and I smirk, almost mimicking his expression as I spread my legs and get back on my toes.
“You like cake, Cookie?”
My skin feels feverish as I nod and whisper, “Yes.”
“Come closer.” His voice is magical. Taking two small steps, I’m close enough to smell his addictive scent. The chocolate frosting pales in comparison.
“Leg on the top of the chair,” he directs. I can’t help but moan. Slowly, gracefully, as if I’m in a ballet, I lift my leg to my ear and spin, stopping when my black pointe shoe is next to his ear. He looks to his right, his hand easily grabbing my ankle and lifting my shoe to the back of his leather throne.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Look at how slick and swollen this cunt of mine is.” He leans his head slightly forward, allowing his tongue to suck gently on my clit.
“Yes,” I groan, not even caring that I’m loud. If he doesn’t make me come soon, I might lose my mind. I lean into him, but he rests his head back, and this time I do growl.
He cocks his head. “Who’s in charge of you, Antoinette?”
“You,” I say. It’s not pleasant; it’s full-on bitchy, but come on. I let him fucking shoot his load all over my face and tits.
He smiles. “You’re greedy. I’m spoiling you.” He grabs my ankle before I can move it.
“Don’t do it, my love,” he purrs, and his breath stimulates my swollen clit. Ours eyes lock. The room sizzles with my pent-up need to come and the very real possibility I might burst into tears because he said my love.
He lets go of my ankle and dips his finger in the chocolate frosting, holding it up to my lips.
“Suck.” My eyes narrow, but I lick my puffy lips and take his finger, letting the sweet frosting melt down my throat. He lets me suck it all, then pops his finger out of my mouth to grab another dollop, but this time he smears it on the lips of my pussy. I moan and almost beg. Maybe I should—he’s never done this before.
“That’s it, baby, now bring that sweet cunt straight into my mouth.”
He’s so nasty, I can’t help but whimper even before his mouth tastes my wet pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I scream as he sucks on me at last. Arching my back, I reach for him while I shake and pulse. As I soar, white light and black dots appear before my eyes and I orgasm in his mouth.
Somehow the cake is gone. I know this because Axel is guiding my hips, gently lowering me onto his hard cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He grunts as I make a noise I’ve never heard before.
“Jesus.” He leans his head back, letting me adjust to his size. Mine must roll forward because he’s kissing my face, my lips, my eyelids.
Then I shiver as he says, “Fuck me.” Our eyes lock and at once, I’m unleashed. Doing what he says, I grab the back of the chair and stand on my toes. Lifting up, and in one fast thrust, I start to fuck him hard. Up and down, I pound on him.
His eyes are heavy, lidded, as he watches me. “You’re perfect,” he hisses. “Rub that wet cunt on me.”
I groan and obey, whimpering. Latching my nails into the back of his neck, I pant into his mouth.
“You gonna come on my cock, baby?” he murmurs. “Fuck me.” His hands grab my ass as he rocks me back and forth on him. And this time, I scream as pulsing pleasure bursts through me and I convulse on his cock.
“Christ, this cunt is tight when you come.” His eyes darken and his nostrils flare as the world disappears and I’m floating with him in nothing but pulsing waves of pleasure.