Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79244 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I glance around the immaculate space, the leather armchairs, then at Damen’s polished shoes. “But why me? I don’t fit in here. Would you not be better off with some classy escort?”
“You fit in where I say you fit in,” Damen says without a moment of hesitation. “I could have anyone, but I picked you. Maybe you shouldn’t question that and instead enjoy the benefits?” he asks, sliding his hips forward until the fabric of his pants clings to his cock.
A shiver goes down my spine, and I can’t pretend to myself that he doesn’t excite me. And maybe that’s the key? He wants someone he actually had chemistry with instead of a pay-for-play situation. My mind is a mess every time I think of Happy’s head cracking against the steps, so I try to focus on Damen’s pretty eyes and long lashes. Yes. That calms me down.
“So… you don’t want me to pretend I’m someone else, other than our cover story obviously?”
Damen’s thighs spread farther, creating an empty space at his feet. He’s daring me to do what’s already on my mind. “I like you the way you are. And my family will hate you. Win-win.”
I smile and shift to the edge of my seat. “And… that offer of dick still stands? I need to do my husbandly duties.” I’m known to lose my mind over a guy I’m hot for so what’s another one?
If I make him feel good, maybe he will be less inclined to arrange an accident for me? Won’t be a chore if his dick is as impressive as his confidence.
“You should always sample before you buy. Though it’s a bit late for that now,” my new mistake says and casually pops open the button at the front of his pants.
My cheeks heat up and I slide to my knees without thinking. Yeah, I most definitely want to sample. “Better late than never,” I say, licking my lips with my eyes trained on his zipper. I’m so excited to see what I’m working with that my mind is pleasantly empty, leaving room only for arousal. If I can just forget the efficiency with which he snapped Happy’s neck, I can settle into two weeks of luxury and making Damen’s parents mad.
I’m good at that last part, considering my own threw me out of their home. I suppose it’s time to demonstrate that I also have other skills Damen might appreciate.
“Good boy,” he says in a breathy voice and lowers his zipper in a slow, teasing manner that has me rocking back and forth as anticipation takes over. I want to know how his dick tastes like. How it smells. Whether he shaves his pubes, and how big his loads are.
My own cock stiffens faster at the praise, which would be more embarrassing if he knew. But my daddy issues can stay between me and Santa when he decides whether I was good.
I slide my hands over his thighs, and I don’t know shit about quality clothes, but his pants feel luxurious to the touch. I wouldn’t mind a pair like that in a style that didn’t say classy grandpa.
When Damen slides his hand to my nape, my mind is no longer scattered and I press my face to his cock through his underwear. I can already feel its heat, and shape, and it’s like opening a present when I pull his briefs down just enough to reveal my prize.
“Tell me if there’s something you don’t like,” I whisper, already caressing his cock with my lips.
It juts from neatly trimmed hair, and while it’s not yet fully erect, I can recognize a masterpiece when I see it. His cock is already long, thick, and when I touch my lips to the exposed cockhead, my new man rewards me with a bead of salty pre-cum.
“Keep your teeth to yourself. What do you not like, husband?” he asks.
It’s hard to process the question when everything I like is right in front of me. “D-don’t make me vomit?” I say quietly, kinda embarrassed, because I don’t want the idea turning him off, but I’ve had a few guys fuck my throat too hard, even when I tried to tap out, and it sucked. Pun unintended.
I suckle the cockhead with a happy groan, all the horny sparks bouncing under my skin. I salivate already, because he’s delicious, and while I can taste a faint hint of soap from a recent shower, his own flavor soon overcomes my taste buds.
“Should I let you set the pace then?” Damen asks as he combs his hand through my hair.
Feeling encouraged, I look up into his eyes while giving his cock little licks with the tip of my tongue. “No, I want you to fuck my mouth, just let me tap out if I need to. But use me at the pace your dick likes. It’s so fucking hot by the way.” I clench my ass just imagining it inside me. It’s big, but not too big for me.