Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
His praise showcases a side of me I didn’t know I owned.
I act like a naughty little vixen who’s sucked more dicks than she can count.
On repeat, I bob my head, taking him deeper into my mouth each time, all the while maintaining eye contact.
It’s too intimate for two strangers, too intense, but I can’t look away.
An orgasm bears down on me faster than I expect, even though I’m fully clothed and haven’t been touched yet. My clit throbs as wetness slicks my panties. I don’t even need Matteo’s head between my legs to know how amazing it’d feel. I can imagine every lick, suck, and graze.
My imagination is so wonderful that I might come while performing oral on a man who isn’t my fiancé and not feel the slightest bit ashamed.
“Please.” My plea sounds like a moan, and a deep groan greets it.
Quicker than I can blink, Matteo spreads his thighs wide and rocks his fat dick in and out of my mouth. My panties are thoroughly soaked, but again, embarrassment doesn’t affect me. Matteo’s growls as he fucks my mouth are extremely pleasing. I refuse for something as pitiful as shame to seep through the cracks.
“God… fuck.” The sweet bliss of agony in his voice does crazy things to my insides. I’m blistering all over and hot enough for the driver to adjust the AC setting. “Keep going… Just like that… Take me deep and fast. Choke on my dick.”
His tugs on my hair become violent, and I relish the bite of pain.
It reminds me that I’m alive.
As I grow slicker, my clit throbs. My knees are seconds away from wearing the marks of carpet burn, but I don’t care. He grows thicker and longer with every suck, and as such, I devour him more greedily and hungrily.
It’s a cruel cycle I don’t see ending any time soon.
I flatten my tongue so I can take him to the back of my throat, my lungs burning, but I continue pumping him, coercing him for every salty droplet of pre-cum he’s willing to give.
“Ah… You’re going to make me come so hard.”
Several pumps later, Matteo strokes my aching cheek, silently demanding my eyes to him. When he gets them, the vessels supplying blood to his magnificent manhood throb. I can only imagine what he sees, but it must be awe-inspiring, as somehow he gets thicker—as do the squirts of pre-cum I struggle to swallow.
“In or out?” His gruff voice announces his usually unbreakable demeanor has turned to dust. “I really want to finish down your throat, but I’d pay a million dollars to see your pretty face messed up with my cum, so I’ll let you pick. In or out?”
Uninterested in money, I reply, “In.”
His groan is delicious, and it sets off every one of my hot buttons. “In it is.” With his hand still on my jaw, he thrusts his hips, fucking my mouth. “Then maybe next time I can sully up this angelic face with my cum.”
I’m too horny to let his words truly sink in. With my hands gripping his strained thighs, I work him with my lips and tongue. I run my tongue along the underside of his cock and moan when my efforts are rewarded with a thick blob of pre-cum.
“Fuck…” His breaths burst out of him in guttural gasps as he loses control. “You’re making me come.” He stiffens before the heat of hot cum shoots down my throat, and a deep, serrated groan rumbles up his chest. “Swallow me, Azra. Don’t miss a drop.”
I eagerly obey him. I feast on his cum, my eyes burning as they fight the strain of him being at the very back of my throat.
He’s so deeply seated that my tonsils feel every throb of his release.
He tastes so good. I squeeze the root of his penis, milking him more. I urge him to give me every drop of his cum, and whine like a baby when he slowly backs away.
“My turn.” Matteo pushes in a droplet of cum that seeped through the cracks, his eyes on fire with lust.
My pussy contracts violently as he plucks me from the floor and spreads me across the seat next to him. Sweat dots his dress shirt, and even though we’ve only engaged in foreplay, he smells like sex, sin, and me.
I like the latter more than I care to admit.
After huddling my dress around my waist, he lowers his eyes to my shamefully wet panties.
“You’re fucking drenched.” He peels back my panties, the backs of his fingers following the slick trail. “Did sucking my dick make you that horny?”
I nod, too turned on to care what persona I’m presenting.
He can make out all he likes that submissiveness is a turn-off for him, but his actions speak otherwise. My chin barely veers toward my chest once before he turns into the barbarian a man with a cock as large as his must be.