Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
He squeezes me at the base and we both watch, me in horror, him in fascination, as it lengthens in his grip. “Mmm. You have a pretty cock. Huge, too. Not that I’m a cock connoisseur per se, but this is beautiful.”
My breath hitches, my head growing dizzy as all my blood rushes to my groin.
“Let me go. Now,” I growl, not really meaning it.
No, I do.
I don’t?
He jerks my cock from base to tip, circling the crown with his thumb. Sticky precum slides over the sensitive skin, down my length, on his hand.
Everywhere.
“Fuck.” A moan echoes in the air and I realize it’s mine.
“You’re weeping already. Want to come for me, baby?”
“I’m not your fucking baby—” I grunt as he pinches my nipple at the same time as he squeezes my cock. It hurts and I like it.
Why the fuck do I like it?
No one has ever touched me this way before, and I would never give anyone this type of power over me. But this motherfucker just snatched it away, regardless of what I think.
And I like it?
Someone needs to electroshock me.
“Mmm. You’re getting so hard, baby.” He smiles after stressing the word. “You’re making a goddamn mess.”
I am. My precum is all over the place and I hate it. I hate that he’s the one dragging out this part of me. I’m not even supposed to get hard when I don’t want to, let alone be…like this.
“You know why you’re making a mess?”
“S-shut up.”
“You like how I touch you. When I hurt you.”
He leans down and bites my nipple, and I grunt as his teeth sink into the skin so deep, I think he’ll draw blood. But then his tongue darts out, leaving a sticky trail on the assaulted skin as a dark chuckle leaves him.
“You do like it.” He bites the sensitive tip again as he looks at me, his eyes darkening when I groan.
He hums, the sound sending bolts of electricity through my nipple. “I have a fucking masochist on my hands. Interesting.”
“It’s the fucking drugs.” I let out a grunt.
“I don’t think the drugs can make you enjoy something you’re not into.” He jerks me again, rougher this time.
His fingers squeeze my length, and I shake. Uncontrollably.
His movements are controlled but firm. Painful, even. He times twisting the crown of my cock with biting and pulling my nipple between his teeth.
It’s driving me insane.
Pulling at strings I didn’t know I had.
The power behind his every touch leaves me breathless, gasping like a slut. I’m tugging on the ropes so hard, I’m surprised they don’t cut my skin.
“Enough,” I let out in a moan even as I buck my hips. “I hate this…”
“Correction.” His stubble scratches my areola as he flicks his tongue on my aching, sore nipple. “You want to hate it.”
I do.
I want to hate it and I can’t.
Because I’m falling into the rhythm as he jerks me up and down in long, powerful movements, like no one has ever done, not even me.
It’s the drugs, I think as my balls tighten.
There’s no way in hell I’m into men or this particular man.
He’s a disturbing motherfucker. I would have never looked in his direction under different circumstances.
The drugs.
It has to be the drugs.
My back arches off the bed as I buck in his hand, needing that last bit of friction.
“You want to come, baby?”
“Stop calling me that, asshole…fuck…”
“You need to ask nicer. Preferably beg.” He twirls his thumb along my crown and stars form behind my lids. “You look your best when broken, my little monster.”
“Shut…up…”
“Beg me to let you come.”
“Fuck you.”
I groan, my eyes closing as I give in to the most intense buildup of my life.
But it doesn’t come.
Pun fucking intended.
The friction disappears. Just like that.
I blink my eyes open, feeling disoriented. “Why…”
Kayden’s sitting back, no longer sucking and biting my chest like it’s a fucking dessert. And more importantly, my hard dick is up in the air, curving toward my stomach. Precum drips into my navel, forming a small pool, but there’s no actual cum.
I glare at his equally hard cock that’s resting on my thigh, then at him.
“Why did you stop?” I let the frustration translate into my biting tone.
His lips curve in a slow grin. “Didn’t you ask me to?”
“You fucking—” I buck, but I only manage to thrust in the air with no real friction. “Are you enjoying this?”
He wraps his veiny hand around his cock, giving it a rough jerk that makes my mouth water. “Very.”
“Fuck…just…”
“Just?” He jerks himself, not as powerfully as he did to me, but the view only adds to my agony.
I pull at the ropes, groaning in frustration. “You know what.”
“Why don’t you enlighten me?”
“Let me come,” I whisper between clenched teeth.
“Louder.” He taps his crown against mine, and it’s as if being touched by electricity.