Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” I whisper, my throat going dry at the look he’s giving me.
“No?”
I shake my head. “No. You work too hard. I just…”
“Just what?”
“Wanted to watch you,” I confess.
“That didn’t look like watchin’.”
I shrug. “I got distracted.”
He lets his eyes rove over me before he mutters, “Know the feelin’.”
I blush again because I know his words, along with his stare, are a compliment. “And then I thought we should talk.”
“Talk.”
“Yes.” I nod, keeping my chin propped up on one hand and settling myself down, my belly on the bed, my legs straight back. “I have questions. But again…”
He watches my movements with dark eyes for a few silent beats, and I know he’s mostly staring at my ass before he prods, “Again, what?”
Blushing, I move my eyes over to his cock, which is still big and thick and holy God, dripping on his stomach. Licking my lips, I whisper, “I got distracted and I thought we should maybe talk later and—”
“Ask your questions,” he commands.
My heart is slamming in my chest, wanting to know what that liquid tastes like, the one that’s clear and dripping down the head of his cock, rather than ask my stupid questions. “You know what, it’s not—”
“You’ve got three seconds,” he warns, his fingers in my hair flexing and gripping me harder, the green in his eyes all dark and intense.
I know what he’s doing. He’s toying with me like the hunter he is, and like the prey I am, I let him. Swallowing thickly, I ask, “Um, h-how old are you?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I lose my breath. Because in response, he grips his length, his fingers long and thick, scarred, going around his cock and giving it a pull. Then, “Thirty-one.”
“Holy…” I breathe out as another drop of pre-cum oozes out and drips down, wetting his fingers this time.
“What, too old for a young thing like you?” he asks, giving his cock another pull.
I lick my lips again and shake my head, my eyes glued to his hand. “No, I… You’re… only t-twelve years older.”
Another tug of his cock and his abs flex. “Am aware.”
“I—”
“Would get a complex, but the way you keep starin’ at my cock like a cum-hungry slut, I know I do it for you,” he says, his voice mean and delicious, making me moan. “Not to mention, any time I look at you, your pussy gets so wet, I could smell you from miles away if I wanted to.”
“Radisson, I—”
“Next,” he calls out, fisting my hair.
I squirm, my thighs wet from my juices. “But I—”
He tsks, using my hair as a leash and shaking my head. “Be a good girl, yeah? Don’t make me come for that ass first thing in the mornin’.”
If he wants me to be a good girl, he shouldn’t talk about my ass like that. Or play with his cock the way he’s doing. But I know he wants to torture me because he gets off on it, and I let him because I get off on it too.
“Right.” I clear my throat and look back into his eyes that have gone darker. “What’s your… favorite color?”
“Pink.”
That gives me pause. “Your favorite color is pink?”
He nods. “The color of your cheeks. When I stare at you too hard and for too long.” I squirm again and he keeps going, “And the color of your cunt. Deep and dark. Rich. Especially after I’ve sucked it and made it come.”
“You—”
“Didn’t have a favorite color before you.” Then, “Next.”
It takes me a few seconds to get my bearings, and it doesn’t help that I notice another drop of pre-cum oozing out, wetting his fingers. “What’s your f-favorite food?”
“Think you know that one, given I ate it three times last night.”
My pussy clenches so hard, it feels like I’m coming. Then, “So what’s your second-favorite food?”
“Pancakes.”
“Seriously?”
“Could eat ’em all day, every day.”
“I can make pancakes,” I tell him excitedly because I can.
His lips twitch. “Next.”
“Will you teach me how to suck it?” I blurt out at last. Because honestly, I don’t remember my own name, let alone everything I wanted to ask. Plus, this seems like the most important question right now.
At this, his hand stops playing with his cock. “You want me to teach you how to suck my monster cock, Princess?”
“Okay,” I begin, my tone admonishing. “A very important rule: You’re not allowed to call yourself a monster in this bed. Or ever, for that matter. But for this, I’ll allow it. Because it is a monster but only because it’s massive.”
In response, his eyes go molten.
“And yes,” I go on. “Will you teach me?”
He studies my face for a moment before replying, “No.”
I frown. “Why not?”
Again, he takes a moment to answer. “’Cause if I did, I wouldn’t be able to watch you struggle to take it. Wouldn’t be able to watch you fumble your way through it, like you did kissin’ me and made me so hard I was ready to blow in my pants. And I want that. Wanna watch you struggle and fight to wrap your princess mouth around my monster cock. Wanna watch your face when you realize how big I really am, how thick and fat, and how fuckin’ good I stretch you out. Your eyes will get so wide and your cheeks will flush. You’ll breathe so hard and fast and your tits will jiggle, makin’ me wanna suck on ’em. You’ll think there’s no fuckin’ way you can take me in your mouth, let alone in your throat. ’Cause that’s where I’m goin’, darlin’. If you put your mouth around me, I’m fuckin’ your throat, no questions about it. And you’ll think you won’t be able take me ’cause I’ll choke you out, but you will. Like you took me in your princess cunt last night. You were scared then, too, weren’t you. As much as I hated givin’ you pain, I loved watchin’ you get scared about whether I’d fit. But I did and I’ll fit in your throat too. I’ll fit in every fuckin’ hole you’ve got, Princess, but like an asshole, I wanna watch you get scared about it first. And then I wanna soothe your sore lips with hot kisses like I soothed your pussy last night. I’ll soothe your sore throat too. Make you a lemon tea as a reward for bein’ so sweet and brave, for pleasin’ me.”