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)
“Three.”
I’m the one to whisper, “Time’s up.”
And then I reach up and slap his beautiful face, giving him my answer and making my legs squeeze so hard that I almost come.
No, I think I definitely come when my response makes his eyes flash and his bare, sexy, hairy chest move with a breath. Growling, he grabs my hands and pins them to the pillow by my head. “The hard way then.”
Genuine fear strikes my belly and I struggle against him, trying to get free. Even though I know he’ll never let me go, not now when I’ve baited him so hard. I know he’ll tie me to the headboard—like he does most nights—and Jesus, that anticipation alone makes me so wet and slippery down there that by the time he does it, which is approximately ten seconds later, I’m writhing under him. My core is swimming in my juices and my mouth is watering for the taste of him.
He straddles my body, his mighty thighs on either side of my shaking tits, and without letting me take another breath, shoves his dick into my mouth. He grabs the headboard and begins pumping, giving it to me the hard way. Where I don’t get to suck on him at all because he uses my mouth like he fucks my cunt. All rough and demanding, controlling, turning me into his fuckdoll. His horny, slutty fuckdoll.
When he said he wouldn’t teach me how to suck his dick because he wanted to see me scared, he meant it. The first time I took him in my mouth, he didn’t give me any instructions. He lay on the bed, propped up on the pillows like his namesake, a king, his body beautiful and tattooed and battle-scarred, and I kneeled before him like some sort of a slave sent to pleasure him. A slave who knew nothing about how to do it. So I stumbled and fumbled and screwed it up. I couldn’t find the right depth or the angle. There were times when I took him in so deep, I gagged. And other times, I could hardly wrap my mouth around him because he is bigger than he looks. Or at least in my mouth he felt that way, which he did warn me about. Whatever the case, I oscillated between being super horny and drunk on his taste and scent and texture, and panicky because I didn’t think I could do this for him.
I may have also cried at some point, I’m not sure. And all of that would be embarrassing if he wasn’t totally into it. My king, my Phantom, the man I was sent to pleasure was so into it, he was shaking. His chest was going up and down so hard and so wildly and his fists were clenched at his sides. His thighs, all strong and bulging, were shaking too. And when he came, he came so hard I couldn’t keep it all in my mouth. It dripped over my chin, got on my throat and tits. It got on him, too, but he didn’t care. When he was done, he pulled me up, flipped me onto my back and rubbed his cum all over my skin, getting me even hornier. Which, in turn, got him hard again and then he also fucked me. He did it so hard that my arms flew all over the place, smacking him in the chest and face, trying to get away from him, which is when I realized he loves when I do that. He goes feral when I hit him while trying to get away from him.
Well, it makes sense, doesn’t it? He’s a hunter; he likes the chase. He likes to subdue and hold as much as I like to be held and trapped. We’re fate.
All of this was two days ago. Since then, my dick-sucking game has improved. A lot. I’ve also sucked him off a lot. So much that we have labels for it: the easy way, where I get to do what I want; and the way where he ties me up, holds me down, and does whatever he wants. I love both ways, but I love this one a little bit more because in this, I get to feel him for hours after he’s left my mouth. Every time I swallow, I feel him throbbing in my sore throat. My hair gets drenched with tears, and I become a complete mess that lingers for a long time after we’ve finished.
Anyway, this is how we end our days.
Which is not much different than how we begin our day. We sleep in the same bed, the one in his barn, and always wake up late, mostly because I sing him to sleep and then, throughout the night, he wakes me up with his kisses, on my mouth, my body, my pussy. He’s at least gotten over his reservation about fucking me, now that I’ve had time to adjust to him. Anyway, we laze around, talk, kiss, make out, make each other come until we get hungry for food. We then make our way up to the main house where he makes us breakfast while I sit at the counter and perv over him. Or I make him carry me, either plastered to his chest like a spider monkey or wrapped around him in a piggyback ride. Because he’s just so big that I can’t help but climb him every chance I get. Plus, I don’t want to be apart from him. He isn’t a lot better than me with his needs. Because sometimes before eating breakfast, he eats me on the table because I’m his favorite food; and sometimes he sits me in his lap and feeds me pieces of bacon because he doesn’t want his Princess doing any work.