Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
I let my tongue swirl around the toy.
“Fuck me,” he mutters. He massages my neck, a sign that he wants to challenge me. I suck in a breath and tip my head back further so the dildo can slide all the way to my throat. The toy is hard and inflexible. I don’t really like it, but I want to please him. Earn his praise.
“That’s it, you’re taking it so deep. I’m going to teach you to choke me down.”
I don’t know how long we’ve been like this, me on my knees and him fucking my face with the toy. He’s training me to take his cock.
My eyes water a little. The toy hits my gag reflex, and I tense up, trying not to choke. It doesn’t work. My shoulders hunch up, and I gurgle, but he’s already sliding the toy out. He rests his hand on my back as I gasp for air. “Shhh, baby, it’s okay.”
“Did I do it? Did I do good?” I pant.
“You did so good,” he reassures me. “I’m going to keep training you until you’re the best.”
I nod. That makes me feel better. He’s taking responsibility. I’m not the one in control.
My gaze darts to the huge bulge in his pants. “Did I earn it?”
“Lie down on the bed, facing up.” He uses my hair to guide me, and fuck if it doesn’t make me wetter. “Tip your head back here.” I end up with my head half off the bed, tilted so my mouth and throat are in a straight line.
“Yes,” he growls. He pulls down his boxers and palms his cock. It’s already huge and hard, jutting out as if seeking my mouth. I tense up again. He’s so much bigger than the toy.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He’s jacking himself over me. I get a close-up of his dick and the hot sight of him pleasuring himself, but I want more. I open my mouth wide, inviting him to give me a taste.
He hesitates, letting his cock bob over my mouth. His breath comes in a rush.
“You want this? Just a little then.” He lets the head of his cock dip low enough that I can touch it with my outstretched tongue. I get the barest taste before he steps back. A shiver seems to go through him.
He’s never allowed me to touch his cock before. This is the first time, and he seems to be overwhelmed.
Suddenly, I want to make it good for him. I lick my lips, making a show of savoring the salty sweetness. “Mmmm.”
He curses and comes back to me, as I knew he would. “You like that? Here’s more.” He gives me his cock again. “That’s it, lick me.” He’s still in control, moving his cock around, smearing pre-cum on my tongue. I obey him and am rewarded with a breathy groan.
His whole body shakes, and I marvel at the power I have over him. He leans over me, bending so he’s at the right height to slide the head of his cock into my mouth. I purse my lips around it, holding it, sucking hard. He’s hard and hot and thick, swelling further to fill my mouth. Bliss.
“One day I’ll slide right in here.” He cups my throat, and my heartbeat leaps as it always does when he threatens to choke me. I swirl my tongue around him faster. “Oh yes, that’s so good. You’re so good to me, baby.” He feeds me a little more of his length and slides in and out. I can tell he’s being careful. His body is bowed over me, every muscle taut. He reaches down and mauls my breasts, gripping them, squeezing and plucking the nipples. Then he grips my pussy. My clit is raw from all the licking, so I squirm, but he holds me tight. Then he smacks me down there, and I shout as stars burst behind my eyes. He does it again and again until my orgasm cracks through me. He grips me again, squeezing the shit out of my lower lips. It hurts but sends me flying higher.
“Oh fuck,” he snarls. “Fuck me.” He glides his hand up and down his cock faster and faster. Finally, he explodes, letting his cum rain down over my chest. He did this last time; it’s his favorite.
“Fuck me.” His tone turns reverent as he slides his hand through his release, coating my chest with it. He rubs it in like it’s lotion.
He keeps petting me for a while. He even rubs a balm on my poor, overstimulated sex.
“What’s in that?” I ask and he shows me the container. It smells faintly floral, like rosewater. The main ingredients are probably lanolin, paraffin, and a petroleum derivative but also some herbs.
“My brother Atticus makes it. He works his subs pretty hard.”