Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I do as he instructs. I flatten my tongue and lick along the ridge of his shaft. His entire body jolts, and his grip in my hair goes tight enough that it starts to sting. Somehow, that ignites my desire even more.
I want to please this man. I need to.
“Deeper.” He pushes my head down and his hips forward. “You won’t choke. Just breathe through your nose.”
I try my best, but I gag when his crown presses against the back of my throat. I try to hold back, but he holds me there for a second. My throat starts to burn, and I’m sure I’m going to pass out, but then he pulls me off.
Saliva strings hang from my lips, dangling from his tip. Tears spill from my eyes as I look up at him.
Why aren’t I mad? Why is this just turning me on more?
“Again,” he growls.
Yes. That’s what I want to hear.
I open wide and take him again, even deeper this time. I manage to force back the gag as my throat convulses around him.
“That’s right, angel,” he grunts as I taste his pre-cum. “I’ve wanted this all goddamn day. I spent all night thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock.”
His words are like golden punches, hitting me in the chest, causing my heart to pound like it’s going to burst.
I love it. His praise is like encouragement. All I want to do is more. Be better.
I bob my head, finding a rhythm that pleases him. Spit drips from my mouth and runs down my chin. But I don’t care. I want to be messy. I want to be ruined by him. I want to be so good at this that he never looks at another woman again. Ever.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he groans as his head tilts back. “You were made for this. Made for me.”
His praise turns my blood to warm honey. I suck harder. I even reach up and wrap my hand around the base where my lips can’t reach. He’s pulsing against my tongue. I feel him swelling, somehow growing even larger.
“That’s it. I’m going to come down your throat, angel.” His eyes lock on to mine. Intent, feral, fiery. “You’re going to swallow every single drop. Don’t waste anything I give you.”
I nod the best I can and moan back my response.
Yes.
That’s when he breaks.
He grabs my head with both hands as his hips buck forward. Three sharp thrusts and his tip swells—then I feel it. Hot liquid sprays against the back of my throat, sticky and wonderful.
I almost choke on the first spurt but focus and swallow. I can’t ruin this for him.
I keep swallowing as he continues to pulse, giving me more and more. He pulls me down on his length, and I drink every drop he gives me, just like he told me to do.
He lets out a groan of satisfaction that warms every inch of me, and when he finally slides out of my mouth, I gasp for breath.
I’m so horny I could die. And Dominic doesn’t give me a moment to think.
He lifts me up from the floor by my arms and bends me over his desk.
As he lifts my skirt, I feel suddenly vulnerable. He peels my panties down, and I begin to blush. From this angle…he can see everything.
He stands behind me, grabs my butt with both hands, and spreads me open. I gasp as he presses his lips to the back of my thighs, moving up…up…up…
“There it is,” he mutters, the voice of a man gripped by hunger. “My pussy.”
He licks me, and I cry out. This time he starts at my clit, then moves up my slit to my soaked entrance.
But he doesn’t stop there.
He keeps going, all the way up to my other hole.
“Dominic, oh my God—”
“Quiet, angel,” he commands. “There’s not an inch on your body I wouldn’t put my tongue.”
And boy does he mean it.
He fucks me with his fingers—deep, curling strokes that hit my spot and send electric jolts up my spine. His thumb finds my clit and moves in tight little circles, tripling the sensations already rolling through me.
And his tongue laps hungrily at the rest of me, nearly causing me to break down.
It’s like having nowhere to hide. Dominic is making it clear that I belong to him. He’s going to do whatever he wants with me, however he wants, and I can’t stop him.
But then again, I don’t want to stop him.
“No one else gets this,” he growls, his words vibrating through my bones. “No one else makes you come. Say it.”
“No one else, sir,” I gasp. “No one. Only you—”
“Come for me, Hazel. Show me who you belong to.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. I shatter.
My orgasm rips through me, even harder than yesterday, deeper and fuller. My entire body convulses, and I scream through clenched teeth as my legs threaten to give out.