Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I yanked harder to no avail.
“Sucking your cock,” I told him, surprising him enough to loosen his hold, so I could break free.
I was down on my knees in front of him before he could even draw in a steadying breath.
Head tipped back to watch his reaction, my hand closed around him, then stroked down his length. Above me, the muscles of his stomach tightened as his breath shook with his sharp inhale. His eyes went nearly closed in his need as I leaned toward him, tracing my tongue up the underside of his cock before teasing the head in excruciatingly slow circles.
His hand slammed down on the back of my neck, fingers digging in.
“Thought you were going to suck it, not play with it,” he said, making me press my thighs together in response as I let his cock slide into my mouth.
His body shuddered as I sucked him deep, then started to work him quickly as his hand gathered my hair, holding it out of his way so he could watch me as I sucked him.
“Fuck… Saylor,” he groaned, his hips rocking into my mouth, making me take him deeper each time.
Both of his hands grabbed the back of my skull, holding me in place as he started to fuck my mouth, harder, faster, deeper than I was working him.
I was usually a woman who liked to be in control.
But there was something undeniably hot about how he was taking over, how he was using me to get what he wanted.
It was the whimper I made around him that had him suddenly stepping back, his cock sliding out of my mouth.
“Almost made me lose control there,” he said, reaching down to run his finger along my lower lip, gathering up some of his pre-cum, and pressing it back into my mouth. “Suck,” he demanded. But he didn’t need to. I was already doing it, making a deep rumble move through him.
His hand was at the back of my neck again, fingers digging in, pulling me up to my feet, then turning me so my back was against his chest.
His hands slid over my chest then, cupping my breasts, down my belly, then stopping at the hem of my shirt, grabbing it, and drawing it up over my head before tossing it to the side.
His fingers moved to my shoulders, sliding the straps of my bra down, loosening it enough to let him reach into my cups, his hands teasing my breasts, dragging a moan out of me as my head fell back on his chest.
His fingers slid to my nipples, circling, pinching, pulling, making me press my thighs together to ease the need rioting between.
He teased until I was shamelessly grinding back into his cock, until my fingers were digging into the sides of his thighs, until my moans became needy whimpers again.
Only then did one of his hands slide down my belly, plunging below the waistbands of my pants and panties, and sliding up my cleft to find my aching clit.
I swear I just about came right there, my moan loud in the quiet space as that rumble moved through Anthony again.
“Fucking soaked for me,” he said, his face nuzzling into my neck, his breath warm on my skin as his thumb started to relentlessly tease my clit.
“Anthony,” I moaned, rocking against his touch, needing more, needing him.
“Not yet,” he said, but his fingers slid down my cleft to sink two deep inside me, making my walls clench hard around him. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, rocking his cock against me as his fingers started to thrust as his thumb kept working me, driving me toward the cliff with each passing second. “You’re going to come around my fingers,” he told me, teeth biting into my neck. “Then in my mouth,” he added, my thighs shaking as he had me suspended right there at the edge. “Then around my cock,” he told me. “Got it?” he asked.
“Y-yes,” I moaned.
“Good,” he said, fingers thrusting faster. “Now come for me,” he demanded.
Just like that, I did, crying out, my legs shaking so hard that he had to grab me to keep me upright as I crashed down into the pleasure over and over until I felt boneless afterward, panting for breath, heartbeat hammering against my ribcage.
His hand stayed in my panties, his fingers inside of me, for a long couple of moments before sliding out, his hand raising, and I turned ever so slightly to see him slip his fingers inside his mouth, tasting me.
I didn’t realize I was whimpering again until his fingers slid out of his mouth as he smiled.
“Pussy still greedy for more?” he asked, reaching for my hips, turning me, and sealing his lips to mine.
His arms slid around me, holding me against him as he started to walk me back toward the bed, pushing me to sit as we got there, then reaching behind me to free the clasp of my bra, and tugging it away from me, and tossing it to the side.