Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Shit…” I groan without meaning to, as I see a large pearl drop of pre-cum drip down off the large, dark head of his cock. It’s beautiful and though every man might have this certain appendage, I’m sure there’s not one that looks as good as this one.
“Like what—oh fuck, Angel,” Devil growls his fingers tightening almost painfully on my head when I bend down to lick the head of his cock, stealing his pre-cum.
I hum in approval as I taste him. I expected something almost bitter in flavor, but instead it’s sweet and tangy and I want more. I stretch my hand around him. He’s so broad that it’s hard to do, but I use it to stroke him tightly, squeezing his cock and milking him without thought—only knowing I want more.
More pre-cum slides out onto his head this time, this one larger, and it fans out sliding over the edge and running down so that it lands on my finger. I lean down to lick it off of my own hand and take my time letting my tongue trace the path back up his cock until I suck the entire head in my mouth.
“Mmm…” I moan around him, because never has anything felt so good. Then again, I’ve never had feelings for someone the way I do Devil and that makes all the difference.
“You need to slow down or I’m going to come much too fucking soon,” Devil nearly snarls, his body vibrating beneath me.
I look up at him from under my lashes, refusing to unseal my lips around him. I want to keep him in my mouth until I’ve managed to take everything I can. That’s something else Devil makes me that I’ve never been before… Greedy.
I try to hold his gaze as I swallow his cock down, trying to take all of him—even knowing it’s impossible. He stretches my mouth impossibly and all too soon he’s at the back of my throat and I’m forced to stop. I slide back up, moistening his shaft with a mixture of my mouth and his own cum. His cock shines as I let his head free from my mouth, for just a second, right before gliding back down.
Devil gathers my hair in one of his hands and I look to see him staring at me, taking in everything I’m doing. The pleasure on his face is enough to make me want more, try harder to make him lose control.
“Fuck, Angel. You’re beautiful,” he groans.
He doesn’t put pressure on my head, which I kind of expected with his hold on me. Instead, he lets me keep control as I run my tongue over his shaft and bring him closer to the edge. I use my free hand to massage his balls. They’re warm, almost hot to the touch, and I’m surrounded by the musky scent of Devil and it feels like heaven.
I’m so wet I can feel my juices dripping and sliding—painting the insides of my thighs. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before and Devil’s not even touched me… at least not sexually. I continue sucking him, squeezing his cock tight with both my mouth and my hand. Devil pulls a little tighter on my hair and I cry out from pleasure.
“I’m going to come, Angel.”
“Yes…” I moan around his thick shaft, because that’s what I want. I want his cum shooting out of his cock, sliding down my throat and out of my mouth. I want to know that I made him lose control, took him to the edge and made him explode. Just the thought of it makes me feel like the most powerful woman ever born.
“Take your top off. I want to see my cum running down your neck and over your breasts. I want you painted in my cum,” he cries, his voice hoarse.
I’m already clawing at my own shirt, because his words are exactly what I want. It’s almost as if he looked inside of me and could see what I wanted. I have to let go of his cock to finish getting the shirt off of me. I whimper in disappointment as he literally rips the top off of me, throwing it crazily across the bed.
“Please,” I whimper when he makes it impossible to slide my lips back down on his cock again right away.
Instead, he aims his cock at the valley between my breasts, painting his juices on my chest so his pre-cum makes me slick and wet.
“I’m going to titty-fuck you soon, Angel. Your tits are too fucking perfect not to do it,” he warns, or hell, maybe that’s a promise.
All I know is that I’m done waiting. I grab his cock and move to take control again. I take him back into my mouth and I’ve barely made the complete stroke until I hear his groan, signaling his climax is coming. His body stiffens and I squeeze his cock as I stroke him again with my mouth. His cum releases and slides down my throat. I can’t keep all of it in, can’t swallow it fast enough, but I try.