Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“What about you?” I ask, knowing his dick is rock hard, considering I was rubbing it along my ass with each flex of my hips.
“I plan to eat—very, very soon.”
I mean this. I reach out and stroke the massive package that’s ready to burst from his black slacks. “This isn’t about me. It’s about showing my woman that I can make her happy.”
“What if it makes me happy to make you happy?” I offer. His eyes darken with desire, sending my pulse racing. Lust shoots through my veins even though I just came on his hand and I have a feeling that being this close to him will always drive me into a frenzied, horny state.
“Baby, you have no idea how you already do that, but if it makes you happy to see the power you have, be my guest. I’ll fucking take whatever you want to give me.”
With an arch of my brow, I slide off my chair and drop to my knees, grabbing his belt and freeing it from the loop. I unclasp his pants and tug on his zipper, which nearly gives way. Nero’s cock jerks under his boxer briefs. Yanking the material down, I let his massive length out to play.
“Sit.” He does as I command. I’ve never done this before, but I think I can figure it out.
“Don’t tease me, amore. Suck it,” he growls, running his fingers down my cheek.
“Like this?” I ask softly before sliding it into my mouth a few inches and feeling his body flex under my fingers as I use his thighs for leverage.
“Yes,” he hisses through his teeth, clenching his fists at his sides. Popping my mouth off, I lick from the base to the tip before greedily sucking on the fat head. Shit. My pussy floods again, aching for more. Sucking harder and faster, I push down deeper, nearly taking him all the way in before gagging and letting off. His fingers move to my head, sprawling out around the back of my skull; he’s itching to fuck my face. I can feel he’s holding back, but I’m ready for this. I want him to show me how to please him.
I release his cock. “I didn’t say you were finished.”
“Neither did I,” I sass, grazing my teeth along the tip. Tremors run through him as he grips my hair. “Take what you want. I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are. Now, suck good because I want you to choke on my cock,” he growls, pulling my hair just hard enough to sting, but nothing painful. I take him down deep and then he takes over, pumping his hips up until my nose brushes against his pubis and his cock sits in my throat. “Fuck, baby, you’re so good. I’m gonna come. Pull off, or I’m gonna nut.” I suck hard and he unleashes his lust-filled orgasm, roaring as he shoots his load. It’s so far back I hardly taste him as he coats my throat.
Finally he lets go and I pull back, resting my head on his thigh. Nero scoops me up and holds me in his arms. “I think you’re trying to kill me,” he grunts, his heart racing out of control.
I lift my head up and look up at him with disbelief. “I believe you were the one choking me.”
His face floods with concern. “I hope I wasn’t too rough with you. I just lost control.”
“It was so good. I wasn’t bad for a first timer?”
His eyes shoot open with a look of genuine surprise. I guess I did a good job. “You could have fooled me, angel face.”
“I need a nap now,” I mutter as we sit on a kitchen chair, clothes disheveled and half off.
“Let me take you to bed, and then we can watch a movie later.” He kisses my lips softly and I want more, but I’m too tired to push it.
“Okay.” He stands up and sets me on my feet. Then he tucks his cock back into his boxers before pulling up his pants and zippering them closed.
“Let’s go.” Lifting me up into his arms, cradling me, he carries me back to my room. A hint of sadness overcomes me, but I mask it before he can look down and read my expression.
“I’m going to handle some business. It’s going to be a little while.”
“It’s fine. I’ll be sleeping.” I give him an exaggerated yawn and roll onto my side with my hands under my head and my knees bent.
“Rest, angel face.” He presses his lips to my temple and then leaves. This time, I don’t hear the latch on the door. My heart does a flip in my chest as I smile to myself. I might not be sleeping in his bed, but he trusts me enough to leave the door unlocked. I turn onto my back and look up at the ceiling.