Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I sheathed his dick as far as I could take it, controlling my gag reflex like a pro, because I was. Over and over, I moved, at a slow pace that was about sensation rather than speed. All men loved a sloppy blow job, but they liked the slow burn that led up to it.
Every time I rose to his head, my eyes locked on his and I gave him my bedroom eyes, like there was no greater pleasure than being on my knees in front of him with his big dick in my mouth.
He remained still, one arm over the back of the couch, his hand still in my hair as he watched me take his enormous length like it was nothing. The pace of his breaths had increased, and he had a red tint just under his skin.
I came up and caught his dick between my tits before it could slap against his stomach. “Thank you so much—” my back was arched, and his wet length glided in the crease between my soft tits “—for letting me stay here.”
He gave another moan, but this one was almost angry, like he felt himself come apart and hated the loss of control. His breaths had deepened even further, and his hands went to my tits, moving my hands out of the way, and he guided them over his length the way he liked, as if he was grabbing my hips and fucking me. He started to thrust his hips slightly upward.
“You saved me.” Every time his dick moved up, I dropped my chin and swiped his head with my tongue.
He was red all over, his dick so hard I would think it were steel if it weren’t so warm.
“You’re my hero.” Nothing turned on a man more than playing to his ego, and I knew Luca had a huge ego. My brief interactions with him told me that much. “And I’m so grateful to be on my knees for you—”
“Jesus.” He started to thrust harder, started to tug me more forcefully.
“You want to come on my face…but I’d love it if you’d come in my mouth.”
He sucked in an unexpected breath that nearly made him choke. His hands left my tits, and he grabbed my neck as he guided me down in a rush, like he was about to explode if we didn’t hurry.
I flattened my tongue and took him faster than before, pushing him far back every time, eyes on him so I could watch him come.
He stared down at me, hand still knotted in my hair, thrusting up and panting. His jaw began to clench, and the veins in his neck started to pop from the strain. His entire body hardened, all the lines that separated his stacks of muscle deepening further. He was the hottest guy I’d ever been with, and it really was a pleasure to make him explode like this.
His head rolled back for a second as he came, a deep moan ripping from his throat. He looked at me again as he gripped my neck and held me in place, his breaths skyrocketing when he exploded in my mouth.
I moaned loudly as he came in my mouth, as if every last drop was a turn-on.
He moaned in turn, his dick shoved deep in my throat, filling me with the mound of seed.
Despite the discomfort and the lack of air, I maintained my position and didn’t botch a moment that most other women couldn’t tolerate. I took it all and waited for him to finish, waited for the high to slowly fade from his eyes as he looked down at me.
Only then did I pull away and lick my lips.
His eyes hardened noticeably.
I gripped his thighs and rose to my feet, purposely pushing my tits in his face along the way. “You have a really nice dick.” I walked out with my head held high, leaving before he had the opportunity to ask me to go, knowing I’d earned my place in this house for at least a week.
If not more.
6
LUCA
Carvel pushed his chips into the center then returned the cigar to his mouth.
I stared at my cards, my mind far away from this game.
“Luca,” one of the guys said.
I had a decent hand, but I didn’t give a shit about it. I turned the cards over and left my chair.
“You fold?” Carvel asked incredulously.
We were at one of the headquarters, a shop that had been acquired and gutted. There were multiple around the city, tucked into different arrondissements. If someone wanted to hit us, it’d be hard to know where we were. And the tariff proceeds were never stored in the same place. I went to the wet bar where all the booze was and poured another glass. When I turned around and leaned against the counter, I saw that Carvel had flipped over my cards to see my hand.