Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“That’s it. I want you to smell like me. I want to come on your face and rub it in your skin, want to mark my little dreamer as mine, my sexy little sub boy.”
“Yes, Sir. I want that too.”
Colton presses his hand against my forehead, easing me away, tilting my head up so I’m looking at him. “Can I spit in your mouth?” he asks, making my heart stutter, then speed up.
He’s spit on my hole, but never in my mouth. I never thought of that being something I’d want, and honestly, I don’t think I would with just anyone, but the only word running circles in my head right now is yes. Yes, yes, yes.
I open my mouth.
“Not good enough,” he tells me. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, Sir. Please spit in my mouth.”
“Good boy.” He brushes his thumb against my cheek. When I open my mouth this time, he bends down so he’s closer to me, letting spit fall from his lips and between mine. “Swallow,” he says, and I do. I swallow his fucking spit, which feels so incredibly dirty, and I love every second of it.
“Will you do it again?” I ask.
“Such a slutty boy. Open.”
I do, and he grants me the gift of his spit a second time, and I swallow that down too.
He stands up straight, letting go of me to pull his underwear down. “Be a good hole for your Sir,” Colton tells me right before thrusting his thick cock into my mouth. He doesn’t go easy on me, thrusting, fucking into me, taking his pleasure from my mouth and making me feel high because I’m the one who can give it to him. I’m his good boy, his good hole, I please him and pleasure him, and it makes me feel more at home doing this for him than almost anything else does.
“Shh,” he tells me, making me realize I’m being loud. “We have to be quiet. If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to stop.”
“Yes, Sir,” I try to say, but it comes out muffled because I still have a mouth full of cock.
He slows his thrusts, holding my face, his gaze so damn intense on me. In and out, slow, then fast, he uses my mouth however he wants. My face is wet with tears and saliva, but each time it runs down my chin, gets close to falling on my shirt, Colton wipes it away.
He pulls out, and I scramble forward, eager for more cock.
“No.” He smacks my face, hard enough for me to feel it but not hard enough to leave a mark. “You only get more when I say you do. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir. Can I have some more?”
He grins, and it does something weird and unexpected to my pulse, something I can’t really explain.
“Stand up,” he orders, and I scramble to my feet. “Pull your slacks and underwear down to your feet and bend over the desk.”
My cock twitches again, need taking off inside me like a rocket shooting into space.
God, I want this so damn much.
The second I’m bent over, legs spread and offering him my ass, Colton steps up behind me, pushing a finger between my ass cheeks and rubbing my hole.
“Has anyone had your ass since me?”
“No, Sir,” I reply, practically whimpering when he teases me with some pressure.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the last time I had it. All summer I wanted you. And then this fall, every time I made you come, I wished I were there, that I could watch my dick slide between these pretty ass cheeks and spread your hole wide for me. I’m gonna do it right now.”
He pauses, and I know what he’s waiting for. He’s giving me time to agree, time to say yellow or red if I don’t want him to fuck me in the middle of my office before we’re in class together, but I don’t say either of those colors, don’t even consider it.
“Green,” I say, so he knows. Colton curses, then bends over, burying his face in my ass.
He licks at my hole, probing it, softening me and fucking his tongue into me. I’m so thankful I shower every morning, otherwise I’d be worried, but I know my body well and feel comfortable with this. I push back against him, rubbing my ass all over him, biting my hand to keep from being too loud as he tongue-fucks me, then adds his fingers to the mix, doing his best to prepare me. He spits on my hole more than once. One finger, then two, and I feel sloppy and wet from his spit and prep. He wraps his hand around my cock, slicks it with the precum, then tries to use that to slick me too.
“I wish I had lube with me. I carry a condom but don’t have lube,” he says.