Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Unbelievable.
I can still hear people talking outside the changing area, and yet I can't seem to make myself care. The taste and feel of his cock is intoxicating, and instead of pushing him away I find myself clutching at his shorts while both of his hands are now gripping my head as his cock shoves in and out of my mouth.
"Sir?"
A sales attendant suddenly calls out to him, and her voice sounds alarmingly close.
Shit.
I'm about to pull away when Rake's grip on my hair tightens, and I'm stuck with my lips around the swollen girth of his arousal.
"Is there anything..." She suddenly squeaks in audible embarrassment, and I realize she must've finally caught a glimpse of our reflection on the mirror.
"We'll let you know if we need anything," Rake says smoothly.
"Of course, sir."
I only know she's gone when Rake starts moving again, and even though I'm indeed tempted this time to bite a chunk off his cock, just to let him know what happened was not funny at all—-
The sound of him panting as he starts fucking my mouth faster and harder is impossible to ignore, and all I can think of once again is making him cum.
"Suck harder, dammit."
Why does being ordered around like this makes my belly cramp with so much need?
"Yes, God, yes, fuck."
Moisture coats the swollen folds of my throbbing pussy, and when I feel his big, hard body suddenly jerk—-
Aaaah.
My eyes squeeze shut as he shoots his cum down my throat, and the taste and feel of it on my tongue is nothing like I imagined. It's thick, hot, and salty, but more than anything else, this cum is like having Rake's essence enter my body, and I just can't get enough of it.
More, yes, more.
There seems to be no end to the thick, sticky cum rushing down my throat, and I love it. Every twitch of his cock has his fingers gripping my hair more tightly, and I love that even more. But it's when the violent movements of his cock finally fade, and he gently withdraws from my mouth before guiding me back up to my feet—-
I think it's this that I love the most.
This moment where his dark gaze meets mine, and we see in each other's eyes the truth we're now absolutely certain of.
I love you.
I love you.
The act of his cock pounding my pussy is just to see if we have chemistry, and we do. But it's when his cock slide inside my mouth that's the true test of our feelings: blowjobs can be fatal for him and degrading for me...but they can also be shatteringly beautiful when between two people in love.
And that's exactly how it felt, when I was sucking on his cock and swallowing his cum.
People will likely think we've gone mad to base our feelings on giving head...and I can't really say they're not right since I've always been a little crazy because of what I am, and Rake has to be a little crazy himself to want someone like me.
I love him, he love me, and that's that.
But both of us also know...the right time to say the words has yet to come.
RAKE IS STRUTTING LIKE a six-foot-plus peacock when we come out of the changing area, and it's annoying and strangely cute at the same time. I think he's mainly doing it to piss me off, but...whatever. I did what I did, and we both felt good about it.
'Nuff said.
Greg and Corey are already waiting for us when we step out of the shop, and the way they're grinning tells me they definitely knew about what went went down earlier—-or rather who went down on whom.
Huh.
How is it possible that it was only an hour or so ago when these two were practically shaking in fear in my presence...and yet here they are now, ribbing Rake and me about not being able to keep our hands off each other like teenagers.
I'm really starting to think something's seriously wrong with all of their heads, and maybe that's why the three of them are friends?
It's just a short walk from the shop to the port, and Rake's friends use the time to humor me with stories about their newly engaged friend. "Major" isn't actually a major at all as it turns out, but a nickname he earned on his first day on the job.
'Hi, I'm Royce, Jr. I majored in engineering and advertising.'
Corey's attempt to mimic how Major introduced himself to other newly recruited agents is hilarious, and it's when I feel my lips start to twitch that I realize this was Rake's plan all along.
Grrrr.
He made me think us attending this party is just a whim of his, but now I know it's simply his way of making sure his friends and I have enough time to realize we can actually get along. It's yet another sweet but misguided gesture—-