Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Such a pretty little mouth,” he murmured. “Made to be fucked, just like your tight cunt.”
His words sent a jolt of arousal through me, making me moan around his shaft. Lucas’ hips jerked in response, driving his cock deeper into my throat. I gagged again, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“Shh,” Lucas soothed, his thumb brushing away a tear. “Relax your throat, ma chère. Let me in.”
I tried to obey, focusing on relaxing my muscles as Lucas continued to thrust. Gradually, I felt my gag reflex easing, allowing him to push deeper. The car turned sharply, and Lucas’ cock hit the back of my throat at a new angle. I whimpered, my hands clutching at his thighs for balance.
“That’s it,” Lucas growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it all like a good girl.”
His pace increased, fucking my face with abandon. I could feel saliva dripping down my chin, my jaw aching from the stretch. Yet despite the discomfort, I felt a perverse thrill at being used this way. My pussy clenched with need, dampening my panties further.
Lucas’ breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic. I could tell he was getting close to his release. Suddenly, the car accelerated, and I realized we must be leaving the park and re-entering the busy streets of Paris.
Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, holding me steady as the vehicle swerved through traffic. “Put your hand in your panties,” he demanded. “Show me how you touched yourself in that bathroom stall.”
I whimpered around his cock, my eyes widening at his command. But I knew better than to disobey. With trembling fingers, I reached beneath my skirt, pushing aside my soaked panties to touch my aching clit.
“That’s it,” Lucas purred, his voice husky with arousal. “Show me how you pleasure yourself when you think of me.”
My cheeks burned with shame, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through me at his words. I began to circle my clit, mimicking the frantic movements from earlier. The dual sensations of Lucas’ cock in my mouth and my own fingers on my sensitive flesh were overwhelming.
A muffled cry escaped me as a particularly sharp turn sent Lucas’ cock deeper into my throat. My hips bucked against my hand, chasing the pleasure building within me.
“Such a naughty little slut,” Lucas groaned, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Getting off while sucking your sponsor’s cock in the back of a car.”
I moaned around him, my fingers working frantically between my legs as Lucas used my mouth. The car swerved again, and I nearly lost my balance, but Lucas’ firm grip on my hair held me in place.
“That’s it,” he growled, his voice strained with his approaching climax. “Show me how badly you need to come.”
I whimpered, my hips jerking erratically as I rubbed my clit. The vibrations of the moving car, combined with the fullness of Lucas’ cock in my mouth and my own desperate touches, had me teetering on the edge.
Suddenly, Lucas’ hand tightened in my hair, holding me still as he thrust deep into my throat. “I’m going to come,” he snarled. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good little whore.”
His hips jerked forward, and I felt his cock pulse as he emptied himself down my throat. I struggled to swallow, tears streaming down my face as I fought against my gag reflex. Lucas held me in place until he had finished, only then slowly withdrawing from my mouth.
I gasped for air, my chest heaving as I looked up at him with watery eyes. Lucas gazed down at me, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something softer, almost tender.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips. “You took that so well.”
I preened slightly at the praise, but I could see in Lucas’ face that that feeling would be short-lived. His eyes gleamed as he tucked himself back into his trousers. His large hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing over my swollen lips.
“You did well, ma chère,” he murmured. “But don’t think this means you’ve escaped punishment for your earlier transgression.”
I swallowed hard, a shiver running through me at his words. Lucas pulled me back onto the seat beside him, his arm wrapping possessively around my waist.
“When we return to your apartment,” he continued, his voice low and dangerous in my ear, “I’m going to punish you properly. And to ensure you don’t forget your lesson, you’ll be wearing a reminder of your place.”
My eyes widened as Lucas reached into his jacket pocket, producing a small velvet bag. With deliberate slowness, he loosened the drawstring and tipped the contents into his palm.
I gasped as I saw what lay there—a gleaming metal plug, its tapered end curving to a thick bulb before narrowing again to a flared base. The metal caught the light filtering through the tinted windows, winking at me ominously.