Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
As much as I wish he had to work to get me hard, he doesn’t.
My shaft’s been Australian Buloke sturdy on and off since I got my first whiff of him post shower.
“He will undo your shorts,” Ravencroft informs, tempting me to prioritize her rather than Garcia’s thick fingers grazing my lower stomach.
Stiffening my dick to the point of pain.
My balls to the point of exploding in spite of not being touched yet.
“He will free your cock,” she precedes, pushing him to pull the combination of my shorts and underwear down to my ankles.
Prompting any and all remaining air in my lungs to evaporate.
“And he will swallow.”
At that, my increasingly hooded glare gravitates to hers.
“While you, my dear sweet boy,” her back rests against the seat once more, “will beg me for permission to come.” I can’t even fathom speaking before she’s spewing her next order. “Suck.”
Chapter 5
Garcia
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I can’t believe I’m here.
On my knees.
With Zero’s dick actually in mouth.
I also can’t fucking fathom how my cheeks seem to be sucking themselves in on their own volition.
Or how my tongue – also without my conscious advisement – is gently moving up and down.
Slathering spit on his slit.
Painting precum across my tastebuds.
Hell, I really can’t even begin to process that I like this shit.
Why I like it.
How. Fucking. Much. I like it.
Because this isn’t supposed to be happening.
This was never supposed to happen.
I’m not like my best friend.
I can’t just say “fuck it” and take what I want.
Do what I want.
Enjoy who I want.
There are consequences to these actions.
Complications.
Ramifications…although…then again…there are evidently consequences to not completing these actions.
I guess this is the sexual equivalence to arguing the difference in varying degrees of murder.
Intent is everything.
And honestly?
Under oath?
If I asked about whether my intent was to stay alive or make him feel fucking alive, I’m not sure I could answer with certainty the answer I’ve coached myself for years to answer.
I mean…come on.
His cock is going down smoother than Extra Añejo tequila.
“On all fours, Mr. Garcia,” instructs the dangerous woman from somewhere behind me. “Ass out.”
Correcting my frame not only forces me into a more humiliating position, it strips me of any control I may have been able to hold onto.
Which I am now understanding is the whole fucking point.
Of this.
Of everything.
Ravencroft – clearly – isn’t just entertained by making someone do the unexpected.
She’s amused by reminding someone of their place in her world.
Just how helpless they are and how powerful she is.
“Much,” begins the female I had truly had no business being in the presence of at the same time she props her heel covered feet on my back, “better.”
Are you fucking kidding me?!
I’m not only a blow job action figure but a fucking foot stool?!
“Fiorenzo,” she precedes despite my increasing disbelief, “fuck his face.”
My cock swells in tandem with Zero’s.
“Wh-wh-wh…”
“Grab his hair,” Ravencroft orders as she presses the bottom of her shoe into the back of my head, callously pushing me forward, “and fuck his face.”
Shaky fingers slowly invade my hair.
“And really fuck his face, Fiorenzo.”
They suddenly flex, prompting my mine to do the same against the warm ground beneath me.
“I expect to see tears.” Her foot shoves me again. “And hear him choking.”
I’ve never done either.
Fuck, the closest I’ve ever even gotten to some shit like this was a few sharing experiences over the years, but even those weren’t like this.
Maybe someone’s hand felt someone’s nuts.
Or maybe someone gave someone else a stroke or seven.
Or maybe balls were slapping into balls during a DP.
However, not this.
Nothing.
Like.
This.
“Do to him…” Ravenscroft sultry coos, “what it is you dream of him doing to you.”
There’s barely time to grab a glimpse of Zero’s face before mine is yanked forward to the point my nose is smashed against his base. Groans of discomfort fuse with choked gasps causing my throat to viciously constrict, a constriction that leads to clawing at my scalp.
And balls slapping at my skin.
And unrecognized grunts gracing my ears. “Fucking. Take it.”
Zero darts deeper.
Cuts off any ability to catch a breath – even through my nose.
“That’s right,” he purrs as he rams himself forward once more. “Gag, Master.”
Master?
Did he really just call me master?
Is that the type of shit he wants from me?
Dreams of what I could do to him?
Would do to him?
Can’t deny that I have thought about doing to him?
Feeling my own shaft swell to the point of pain is what has me hungrily whimpering.
Anxiously trying to relax my slick muscles.
Suck in air through my smushed nostrils.
Work to swallow and suck and slop up the spit escaping at the corners of my lips.
“Fuck,” growls Zero in a voice I vividly dream of using on him. “Open wider, for your little fuck toy.” He aggressively yanks himself back. “We wanna hear you fucking choke.”
I drop my jaw as far down as it’ll go, extend my tongue outward, and arch myself forward to grant him the access he’s requesting.