Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
“Shut your mouth.” He does it for me, his lips devouring mine, and he kisses me with unbound lust, his hips jerking as he fucks my fist. “Fuck you…” He bites the corner of my lip and stretches the skin. “Fuck you…Nikolai… Why the fuck did you come into my life… Fuck…”
“I’m in your life because you’re fucking up mine, baby.” I lower myself to my knees in front of him.
His eyes widen as he stares down at me, his hand still lost in my hair. He removed the band at some point and is fisting it into a ponytail.
“What are you—” His words end with a groan when I slide his huge cock into my mouth, relaxing my jaw and steering him as far back as possible.
God-fucking-damn-it. He tastes so good.
“Ffuuck…” He releases a long curse, throwing his head too far back, it bangs against the door. His eyes shutter closed and he wraps his free hand around my nape, fingers digging into my skin.
“Mmm,” I mumble around his cock, rubbing it against the back of my throat, then sliding it all the way out to swirl his foreskin. I push it back to fuck the tip with my tongue and lap against the opening. Precum explodes in my mouth and I drink it greedily, which makes him leak some more.
“Mffuckk…fuckkk…” he breathes out, his hips jerking in an irregular rhythm.
“Look at me,” I order.
Bran’s eyes flutter open the slightest bit, but he looks down at me, one hand brutalizing my hair, but the other strokes my nape. He’s a fucking riddle of opposites, my Prince Charming.
Hot and cold.
A storm in the summer.
A fucking beast in the form of a gentleman.
“That’s it, baby. Eyes on me as I choke on your cock.”
He grunts, the sound deep and masculine, and makes my own dick stand at painful attention.
My gaze locks on his as I slurp on his cock, licking, and making sloppy noises as I swallow him alive.
Then I pull his length inside until I gag on it. His lips part, breathing shallow and loud as he thrusts, demanding more of the friction.
Of me.
Keeping a hand at the base of his cock, I cup his balls, teasing at first, then I squeeze until he jerks, pounding harder into my mouth.
I can’t stop looking at his lust-filled face, at the way he watches me with both hate and wonder.
Lust and confusion.
That’s it, lotus flower, give me your emotions. Feed me your cracked control.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck…” he repeats as a mantra, his thrusts turning crazed, and I let him take his pleasure, squeezing his balls and slurping on his length.
He uses his fist in my hair to shove me harder against him so he can fuck my mouth.
I reach beneath his shirt, spreading my palm on his hard abs, and latch onto his nipple, pulling and squeezing.
He hisses and groans. “I… I’m…coming, Niko…fuck… I’m coming…”
His thrusts turn animalistic as he drives into my mouth with urgency. I scrape my blunt nails against his nipple and squeeze my throat around his tip.
That sends him over the edge.
Bran releases a long grunt that reverberates over my skin as his cum explodes on my tongue and down my throat. The salty taste of him lingers in my mouth and forms a mess on my lips.
I continue sucking him and swallowing every drop, even as his dick depletes and he thrusts his hips a few more times, riding his orgasm.
After a while, he blinks twice, eyes wide open as he reluctantly removes his hands. “I…fuck. I’m sorry I made a mess.”
Such a gentleman, my Prince Charming. Only he would apologize for that hot-as-fuck show.
I release his cock with a pop and can’t resist teasing the hidden opening with my tongue before I stand up and grab his jaw. “I’m not sorry. I will definitely make a mess out of you as well.”
My lips press against his and he doesn’t hesitate. Not even for a fraction of a second as he lets me kiss him. He doesn’t hesitate as he strokes my tongue with his, tasting himself off my mouth.
His arms wrap around my back, a palm riding up to my head as he strokes my hair, slowly, sensually, as if he’s making up for how he pulled at it just moments ago.
Bran doesn’t look like it, but he’s a passionate kisser. He goes deep and furious. Sometimes deep and slow, like now, nibbling and stroking, touching and exploring, as if he wants to take his time getting to know every nook of my body and mouth.
When I pull away, he releases a protesting sound that I’m not sure he’s even aware of.
I suppress a smile as I grab him by the hand and drag him toward the bed. “Your turn to choke on my cock, baby.”