Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
For several long minutes, he leisurely thrust in and out, each time gaining more depth as he allowed her to become accustomed to the experience and his considerable size.
She sensed the change in him immediately and knew he was nearing his breaking point. His grip on her head tightened and his movements became less gentle. He was hot and silky and so very hard in her mouth, sliding over her tongue again and again.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Angel. And I’m going to fuck it hard.”
Before she had time to react to the statement, he began thrusting harder, fucking her mouth just like he’d fuck her pussy. She didn’t have time to react or overthink or even panic. She was too focused on staying as relaxed as possible and remembering to breathe. It took every ounce of her strength not to choke or gag, but she was determined not to disappoint him.
A tiny burst of liquid escaped on her tongue, surprising her. And she knew he was very close.
“Swallow it, Angel. Do not let one drop escape the mouth I’m about to come in.”
She shuddered at his words, her entire body tingling, her nipples and clit swollen and aroused. So much so that a single touch would catapult her into orgasm.
She’d never performed oral sex on a man, much less swallowed his ejaculate. And he’d given her strict orders not to allow a single drop to escape her lips. She closed her eyes, giving in to Drake’s urgent demands and simply giving herself into his care, knowing she wouldn’t fail as long as he was in control.
He thrust hard, at one point his balls bumping her chin. His entire body was rigid and his hands were making a tangled mess of her hair. He couldn’t seem to remain still, his fingers and hands constantly stroking and caressing her head as he murmured words of encouragement and praise.
And then he thrust hard. Harder than any of his previous thrusts. And she felt an explosion of hot liquid hit the back of her throat and quickly fill her mouth. Remembering his strict order, she hastily swallowed and then swallowed again as more replaced what was already gone.
He continued to thrust, though his movements had slowed and lacked his earlier urgency. Semen bathed her tongue, the insides of her cheeks and the very back of her throat, filling her with the very essence of him. And she swallowed it all, ensuring that nothing escaped.
When he finally began to pull from her mouth, she lovingly bathed him with her tongue, wiping it clean of his release just as she’d licked every bit of frosting from it before.
Then he reached down and carefully pulled her to her feet. She was shaking, her senses shattered by what had just occurred. She’d never really had any interest in going down on a man. It just seemed too messy, too much work and well, not very pleasant. But Drake had changed her opinion on that matter in only a few minutes.
She loved that she could bring him so much pleasure, that in fact, in her own way, she had a measure of power over him.
“Go get cleaned up,” he said in a husky voice. “The bathroom is through there.” He pointed in the direction of a door. “You won’t be disturbed. Go ahead and change into the clothes you brought for tonight and I’ll have food brought up so we can eat when we get hungry.”
Evangeline felt like a fairy princess as she surveyed herself in the mirror, critically going over her makeup, how the dress fit, her hair that she’d pulled atop her head and had fashioned loose curls to fall gently down her neck.
Try as she might, she couldn’t find fault with her appearance. God only knew she’d spent enough time fussing over every single aspect of it.
Time to face the music. Memories of the last time she’d come into this club still had the power to shame her. Nothing had changed except her status as Drake’s woman. Did that suddenly make her above average? As the saying went back home, you can put lipstick on a pig, but you still end up with a pig.
Certainly the dress was to die for and cost more than the dress she’d chosen that night, but it wasn’t as though Evangeline had tried to walk into the club in a designer knockoff. She tried to look for any discernible difference that made her suddenly more worthy of being at Impulse, but she was at a loss.
But at least she didn’t have to worry about being thrown out, getting assaulted or Eddie showing up to ruin the evening. She’d already figured out that Drake hadn’t lied when he said he protected what was his.
A light shiver skittered over her body as Maddox’s words filtered through her mind. He’d been very serious when he’d told Evangeline that Eddie would never harm her or come within a mile of her. The look in Maddox’s eyes had been menacing and she absolutely believed him, but she didn’t want to dwell on the how he was so certain and to what lengths he’d gone to ensure such confidence when he’d assured her that Eddie would no longer pose a problem for her.