Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 591(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
When she finally let out the breath she was holding and her body sagged, I wrapped her hair around my fist and yanked her sideways on the wooden chest. With her still in a kneeling position before me, I growled, “Open your mouth, babygirl.”
With lust-hazed eyes, she obeyed.
I inserted the riding crop handle coated in her own juices past her lips and over her teeth, then thrust.
Her shoulders hitched when I poked the back of her throat. She lifted her hands to grasp the rod.
“Put your hands down or I’ll tie you up.”
She blinked back unshed tears and lowered her arms.
“Good girl, now suck it clean. Taste your own cream.”
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the riding crop handle.
While I watched her, I unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on my costume breeches and pulled out my cock. Wrapping my free hand around the turgid length, I pumped my fist up and down the shaft while I eased back the pressure.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, I carefully pulled the handle from her mouth and tossed it aside. My fingers dug into her cheeks as I gripped her jaw and forced her head back. “My turn.”
I thrust my cock past her lips.
Her eyes widened as she tried to draw her head back.
My grasp on her hair prevented it.
As I pushed my cock deeper into her wet mouth, she kept her tongue pushed down. It was almost as if she didn’t know how to suck a cock, which of course was not probable.
More likely, she was being stubborn or playing her games again.
“If you don’t start using your tongue and sucking my cock like the pro I know you are, I’ll take that riding crop handle and shove it up your ass until you do.”
With a whimper, she placed a hesitant hand around the base of my cock and swished her tongue from side to side under the sensitive skin of the shaft.
“Circle the head,” I ordered.
Her tongue moved around the bulbous head until I once more pushed deeper, gagging her.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she gagged and sputtered around my thick shaft, trying to pull back.
“Don’t you dare take my cock out of your mouth,” I warned, staring down at her.
The sight of her struggling to swallow my flesh made my cock swell and lengthen.
Fuck, it was sexy as hell.
I would not last as long as I wanted after denying myself all evening.
My balls tightened as I pulled her head closer to my hips. Her lips stretched around the wide base of my shaft, her small hands pushing back against the tops of my thighs.
The vibration of her frightened scream sent an amazing jolt up my cock, straight to my balls.
I came.
With a little mercy, I pulled back slightly, allowing my come to coat her tongue instead of choking her by jetting straight to the back of her throat.
The second I pulled my still semi-hard cock free, she clutched her hand to her naked chest and bent over, coughing as she spit my come out onto the top of the chest.
While holding onto her hair, I pushed her face down close to it. “I should make you lick up every drop.”
She coughed again before rasping, “Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spit it out.”
Whether she was a girl who hated to swallow or was telling the truth, I couldn’t discern. Next time I'd ensure she swallowed the entire mouthful.
Before I could threaten her with just that, there was a commotion above us on the deck.
Worried about trouble, I pushed my cock back into my breeches as I swiped off my devil’s mask and reached for my shirt and jacket. “Get dressed.”
Her arms covered her breasts. “You tore my blouse.”
As I swiftly stormed toward the door, I tossed instructions over my shoulder. “Grab one of my shirts from the closet. If you know what’s good for you, you won’t leave this room until I come and get you.”
The cries of alarm and heavy thuds of boots running over the deck grew stronger as I swung the door open and raced down the narrow hall.
CHAPTER 9
MATTEO
There was chaos on the upper deck as men holding semi-automatic Beretta PMXs rushed onto my yacht.
Not expecting this level of trouble, I only had a skeleton crew with me. Despite the odds of four to one, my men had taken stronghold positions and were prepared to fight.
I raised my hand. “Hold.”
A dark figure strolled down the dock and over the makeshift gangplank his men had extended onto my boat.
I leaned both hands on the railing as I watched him approach. “Didn’t figure you for the pirate type.”
Dante Agnello shrugged. “My girl likes the outfits.”
He re-buttoned his Armani suit jacket the moment he stepped onto the deck. “Mine's bigger,” he observed, looking around.
Leaning against the railing with crossed arms, I responded, “You know what they say about men and overcompensating with fast cars and big boats.”