Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102479 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Fuck…” Jagger groaned. He looked down at me. “You look so fucking perfect like that.”
His eyes were so intensely fixed on me, I wasn’t even sure he noticed as I undid the button and took down the zipper. The tight boxer briefs underneath revealed the outline of his thick cock. I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on it, leaving my lips against it as I spoke so he could feel the murmur. “I want you, Jagger. I want you the way you want to give it to me.”
He tensed as I scraped my fingernail along the skin just above his waistband, but he didn’t stop me when I reached in and wrapped my fingers around his girth. He was so hard and thick, it made me question whether I could even take what I was asking for. I was good at giving blow jobs after three years of being in a relationship without sex. But Brendan was not this size. Still, I ran my thumb over the tip and was rewarded with a trickle of pre-cum. Jagger hissed when I leaned in and swiped my tongue over it.
He exhaled raggedly. “Lick it. Lick my cock.”
My entire body vibrated. I seriously could have come if I’d just reached down and touched between my legs for a second. I was that turned on already. I salivated at the thought of him giving me more commands.
Hooking my fingers into the sides of his waistband, I pulled down his shorts and boxers enough to free him completely and wrapped my hand around the root. Then I leaned in and did what I was told. I licked from the base to the crown. When I got to the tip, I opened wide and sucked him in with one long draw, until he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Jagger hissed. He reached down, dug both hands into my hair, and fisted my locks so tightly it burned at my scalp. But I loved it. Loved, loved, loved it. The bite of pain made me want to please him even more desperately.
I pulled back, and Jagger took control. He held tight and maneuvered my head to bob up and down at a rapid pace. I was barely able to keep up, gliding my tongue along the underside and sucking while I jerked him with my hand in unison. On one thrust, he went deeper and stilled. His body shook, yet he pulled back again rather than have me take him all the way down my throat. I wasn’t sure if his restraint was for my benefit or his.
“Good girl.” His voice was a deep, throaty rasp. “Just like that. Take my cock.”
I loved his praise. It turned me on more than I’d ever imagined pleasing a man could. My knees started to hurt from rocking back and forth on the hard wood floor, but they could’ve cut into my skin and there was still no way I would’ve stopped.
“Breathe through your nose, beautiful. I’m going to fuck your face.”
I whimpered and squeezed my legs together tightly, desperate for friction. Jagger’s hands stilled my head, and he pulled out and pushed back in harshly, burying his cock in my throat. His thickness stretched my limits, making my esophagus burn and my eyes water. I probably would’ve gagged if I had the chance, but Jagger pulled out and pushed right back in, over and over, going deeper and deeper. I had to wrap my hands around his thighs and hold on for dear life.
“Fuck,” he roared. “Get ready. I’m going to come down your throat.”
He’d given a warning, but there wasn’t enough time to prepare. Then again, I could’ve had an hour, and I wouldn’t have been ready for what he gave me. Hot spurts of thick cum streamed down my throat. It seemed to go on forever, and Jagger didn’t stop pumping until every last tremor had wracked its way through his body. After, he pulled out, releasing his tight hold on my hair and struggling to catch his breath. I stayed on my knees doing the same, in awe that he’d barely softened after such an intense release.
After a minute, he reached down, slipped his hands under my arms, and lifted me to my feet. I winced when my knees extended, feeling the ache the hard floor had inflicted.
Jagger’s post-release relaxed face changed in an instant. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head. “My knees are just bony.”
He steered me over to the couch and pointed. “Sit.”
Jagger disappeared for a moment and came back with two ice packs and a glass of water. He set the drink on the coffee table and kneeled down on one knee to press the cold to my achy joints.
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “That’s not necessary.”
He frowned. “Let me take care of you.” After a few seconds, he added, “Please. And drink some of that water. It will soothe your raw throat.”