Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Beautiful little cocksucker,” he murmured. He scratched my scalp lightly and started controlling my movements. “Time to milk me with your throat, baby boy.”
Hnnngh.
I breathed deeply through my nose, relaxed my throat, and let him push me all the way down.
He groaned.
I got hard too, and I had to unbutton my jeans and get a hand in there.
Whenever I swallowed around him, he cursed and tugged me away, only to pull me back down on him a beat later. I kept sucking him, kept tonguing him, kept revving him up.
“Ah, fuck,” he breathed. “Just like that.”
I hummed and tightened my lips around him.
He sucked in a sharp breath and pulled me away. “Get up. You need to be bred.”
Oh God.
I scrambled to my feet and pushed down my jeans.
“You better be quiet because I have to take this call,” he told me.
I swallowed dryly. “I promise, papi.” I saw him insert his earbuds before I turned around.
“Good boy.” He smacked my ass as I bent over the desk, and he dug out a single-use lube pack. “Scott on the call,” he said. “Is Antwon present?”
I screwed my eyes shut and felt his fingers, two of them, push inside me, slick with lube.
It was two minutes of torture. He teased me all throughout their bullshit roll call, West making sure everyone was accounted for. Four or five people. Someone was apparently calling from an airport lounge, judging by West’s response. Another was on the train, and I felt for the passengers having to listen in. I hated that shit.
I did my best to tune it out.
It didn’t always work.
“No, I want to hear Antwon’s take,” West said, withdrawing his fingers. “For the debate segment, I want someone from the school board. Otherwise, it’s useless discussing the proposed changes in policy.”
Oof, hello, cock.
I gritted my teeth as he slowly forced his cock inside me, and I dropped to my elbows instead. I pushed out my ass for him too, making sure the angle was right. He had the slightest upward curve on his cock, and he just hit the right spot.
He went slowly, too slowly, but damn if it didn’t feel spectacular. I felt every fucking inch moving in and out of me.
“No, he’s right—no activists,” he said. “We’ll hear from two of them during the interviews. At the debate, we need people with authority and power.”
Yeah, more power. I smashed my lips together to stifle a moan.
He hummed and rubbed my lower back, under my shirt. “What—no. Mark, go forward with the viewer questions. We’ll have the feed with comments from social media too, yes?”
I got a moment’s peace and quiet, and West fucked me a little harder and faster. He teased me too. He reached around me and gripped my cock, though he only held it. No stroking.
Then he pushed in hard, and I literally had to bite down on my arm as the fiery sting blazed through me.
“Okay, back to Antwon,” he declared. “Can you incorporate that?”
I muffled a whimper against my arm, and he kept speeding up. Soon, he nudged my arm and guided one of my hands to my cock, and he gripped my hips tightly and fucking railed me. Quick, painful, sharp thrusts that drove me fucking bonkers.
The sound of his pelvis hitting my ass cheeks filled the air, and I stroked myself off at the same pace.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I lost the fucking plot. The punishing thrusts stole my focus, and I stopped hearing nonsense from a one-sided phone meeting—thank God.
Arching my back and pushing against him, it took all my power not to cry out. And I became so fucking torn because I could feel the pressure build up so fast, catapulting me into an ocean of bliss, all the while…I didn’t want it to be over.
“Fuck,” I whimpered.
It didn’t fucking matter what I wanted. He was chasing my orgasm for me, and I was getting there.
“Yup,” he bit out, breathless. “I’m here—but give me a moment. I have to sign a document here. I’ll be right back.”
The second he let go and groaned, something was unleashed within me. I begged under my breath, like a needy little whore, and his labored breaths, hearing how close he was, pushed me over the edge.
“That’s it, baby boy. Get it all.”
I pressed my mouth to my arm and moaned breathlessly as the pleasure took over.
I came on the floor in several bursts, and I thanked whatever deity it wasn’t carpet.
Holy fuck.
I scrunched my face together as he slammed into me a final time.
I was done. I needed a nap. Or a visit to the hospital. Fucking hell.
West blew out a heavy breath, only to inhale deeply. And it was followed by, “All right, I’m back.”
Yeah, well, I wasn’t. There was a couch in the corner with my name on it. I’d deserved a power nap.