Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
“Make me hard.”
Silently, on soft feet, I took a step toward him.
Oh my God.
Then another.
Holy shit.
The closer I got to him, the heavier my heart thumped. My stomach clenched as I made it to him. I moved to kneel and I did it slowly. Once on my knees, I reached up, popped the button on his jeans, and lowered the zipper leisurely. Separating the flaps, I looked up into his eyes as I ran light fingers over the protruding hardness straining behind his boxers. My eyes, since adjusted to the darkness, watched him watch me with parted lips, and the moment I wrapped my hand around his material-covered cock, he closed his eyes and threw his head heavenward, letting out a sharp breath.
His reaction had me feeling bold. Brave.
Sliding my hands down the elastic waist, I wrapped my fingers around the smooth, hard heat of him and pulled him free.
As soon as my eyes landed on his thick, long cock, my mouth salivated.
My breath came in choppy as I held onto him with a trembling hand and eyed the piercing I once would have killed to have inside me. Apparently, time hadn’t changed me. I lifted his cock and let out a soft sigh as I inspected the silver ball resting on the sensitive underside. Unable to help myself, I ran my thumb over it and watched his dick jerk in my hands.
He was still impressive. Goddamn him. He was still also the biggest cock I’d had the pleasure of fucking, and, Jesus, how I needed to feel the thick heat inside me once again.
My eyes fluttered at the thought, and a quiet, “Oh, shit,” escaped me.
Immediately, he reproached me. “I tell you to speak?”
His voice was harsh. My pussy quivered. But I didn’t respond, simply shaking my head. And when he placed a gentle hand to my crown, softly stroking my hair, I leaned into his touch in a somewhat feline gesture, craving more of his approval.
And he gave it to me. “Good girl.”
Oh, I would have done anything to hear him say that to me.
I thought about that and flushed.
It seemed I would still do anything to hear him say those soft, affection-coated words.
Tightening my grasp on him, I stroked him singlehandedly, watching through my drowsy-eyed gaze as he became impossibly stiff in my hand. Leaning in, I stared up at him and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of him, feeling salty moisture on my lips. Flattening my tongue, I licked him clean, and the sudden gasp it elicited from Twitch was delicious. So delicious I had to do it again.
I laved him slowly, with meaning, over and over again, and when he panted, “Enough,” I should have stopped.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
The warm, clean taste of him was addictive. Always had been. I didn’t want to let go. I’d missed him too much.
So when he reached down and gripped my cheeks tightly, forcing my mouth open, a soft whimper escaped me. And he clicked his tongue. “I say enough, you stop.” He released his hold on me, and I glared up at him, dropping his cock and rubbing my sore cheeks. And the asshole reached into my kimono, sliding his hand into my black strappy harness bra and finding one taut peak, lightly pinching the sensitive nub.
My head fell back and a quiet moan escaped me. And when he pinched me a second time, I was no longer thinking straight. Reaching down, under my silken robe, I grasped my wet mound through the satin and lace and looked up at him, beseeching. My voice was whisper-soft. “Please. Please. Oh, please.”
I needed to come more than I needed my next breath.
But Twitch took my upper arm and jerked it away, forcing me to release myself. And just when I thought I’d explode in a vicious tirade, he gripped his cock and stroked it slowly, mesmerizing me. That was when he ordered, “Open.”
I was only confused a single moment before I opened my mouth slightly. But Twitch made a sound in his throat. “More.” A little wider. But Twitch just held his cock, held it away from me, stroking slowly, and I got his silent message. I opened my mouth as far as it would go.
He fed his length to me gradually, deliberately so, and I almost gagged when he gently thrust into my mouth, but after doing it a couple times, I grew used to his size again. It felt natural to have this man’s cock in my mouth, when nothing about this should have felt as such.
I held my mouth open for him until my cheeks burned, and when wet strands of spit leaked out the sides of my mouth, down my chin, then farther still, dripping into my cleavage, his nostrils flared.
With a harsh tug, he yanked at my robe. “Take it off. Show me what I’m missing.”