Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
It's mine.
And then I proceed to show how much.
Gripping him with both my hands—like he showed me this morning—I do the first thing he told me to. Make him wet, make him slippery. Lube him up so it’s easy for me to get him in my mouth. So I lick him, suck him, let my saliva trickle on him. I taste his flavor, so potent, so musky, both sweet and tart like a strawberry but not quite. It’s something unique, something him and I moan as soon as it hits my tongue.
And then I do what he did the night we had sex the right way. That night, he breached my pussy slowly but steadily, stretching me out and making space for himself. In a similar fashion, I go up and down his length, slowly but surely. I widen my jaw and watch my teeth as I make space for him in my mouth. And I think I’m doing well.
Until I look up.
Still gripping him at the root and still going up and down his length, my eyes clash with his. And I forget everything he taught me. Something about the way he’s watching me, silent and dominating, makes me fumble and make mistakes. It’s like dancing in heels in those early days where I’d stumble and fall.
Here too, my tongue slips and my mouth becomes sloppy. On some strokes, I take him in just enough but then on others he goes in too deep, making me gag. My saliva pours down on him and drips down my jaw. I feel it dribble down my throat and chest and go between my heaving tits. My hands slip on his length and all the while, my moans are louder and more obscene.
Every time I make a mistake like that, his body tightens up. His eyes narrow and his hand on my head curls into a fist. Which is when I realize he likes it. He likes me fumbling. He likes me making a mess. He wants me to be a mess, a wreck. And why not? He liked me stumbling in my heels too, didn’t he?
I think it’s because he loves to take care of me. He makes me fall so he can pick me up. He bites me so he can lick my wound. He wants me to give him a sloppy blow job so he can clean me up later. And since I love being taken care of by him, I give him something to clean up later.
I become sloppy. I become messy. I become dripp-y. My jaw, my throat, my hands. My mouth. Even my heaving tits are damp and sticky and before long, I think I’m taking him in more like he wanted me to do. He’s going all the way to the back of my mouth and I’m this close to taking him in my throat, but he doesn’t let me. Just when I think I can do it, I can push him in deeper, he rips my mouth away from his cock and leans over me.
I blink my eyes open, panting, “Did you…like it, S-Sir?”
His face is harsh and sweaty as he growls, “Stick your fucking tongue out.”
Confused, I do it and pulling my head back even more, he spits on my tongue, making me jerk and moan. Which he catches with his own mouth as he kisses me and kisses me and makes my mouth even sloppier. Then, “I fucking loved it.”
I smile. “Oh.”
Looking me in the eye, he says, “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
Somehow, I do and I’m okay with it. “Yes.”
He shakes my head. “Yes what?”
I lick my swollen, achy lips. “Yes, Sir.”
He breathes out with satisfaction once again and presses a hard kiss on my mouth. This one doesn’t last as long because there’s something coming, like he said. So he turns me around and puts me on my hands and knees. The earth is grass with a little bit of gravel, but I don’t mind. I like the scrape-y quality of it.
In fact, I go down on it. As in, I put my face on the cool grass and close my eyes as he prepares me, as if I know I won’t have to do anything as he takes care of everything. And it’s the truth, isn’t it? He flips my dress up and takes my panties off. And then he puts his mouth back there, in my ass and eats me out. He grips my cheeks and pulls them apart as he goes to town on my asshole, making me clench that hole, shake my body. Making me moan and writhe, rub my tits on the ground like a bitch in heat. My nails are ripping the grass out and my thighs are trembling. There’s a tsunami in my belly and the fact that I’m on my period doesn’t help. Everything is swollen and horny and sticky and lusty, and I don’t know what to do with myself.