Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
He had one hand back on her ass, keeping her pressed to his mouth as he did exactly what he said he would … mouth-fucked her. He squeezed the flesh at the same time he dipped his tongue into her body.
He fucked her with his tongue and lips, his teeth scraping along her sensitive flesh.
The rough scrape of the brick on her back added a hint of pain to the unbelievable ecstasy he was bringing her. The hand that had been gripping the back of her knee snaked between her thighs, and as soon as his thumb touched her clit, she came, not able to stop herself from flying over the edge.
A low, keening cry left her, and she couldn’t help herself from spearing her hands in his hair and shamelessly grinding her pussy into his face, against his mouth. His deep groan sent vibrations through her clit, and little shock waves of pleasure slammed into her.
The grip she had on his hair was hard, and she knew it had to hurt him, but his groans spoke differently, told her he liked it. Besides, she didn’t think she could have let go in that moment even if she’d really wanted to.
He gave her pussy one last long lick, like he was sucking on a lollipop, making sure he withdrew all the flavor, and then stood. He grabbed her ass again and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of his erection press into her belly.
He felt huge, monstrous even.
He pressed his lips against hers again, ran his tongue along the seam before plunging into her mouth. She tasted herself and the hint of the alcohol and pot on his tongue.
It was a potent mixture that had her moaning on his lips and wrapping her arms around his neck, not able to stop this.
But before her hands could connect, he was taking a step back, breaking the kiss and all contact.
He stared at her, his face partly hidden by the shadows, but she could feel his gaze on her. “I need you, Butters. I really fucking need you.” He reached down and palmed himself through his jeans, an obscene gesture, but one that had her hotter than fucking hell. “You want me to fuck you? You want my big cock plowing into you, making you mine?”
His?
“Yes,” she surprised herself by saying that one word automatically, instantly. The high and drunkenness she felt were almost too much, almost so intense she didn’t even feel like herself.
Or maybe you really do just want him. Maybe you want to surrender, to submit.
God, she really was pathetic. When she heard the sound of his zipper rolling down, she opened her eyes, not even realizing she’d closed them in the first place. She looked at his face, but of course, there was no expression covering it.
There was just deep-rooted need.
He rubbed himself through his jeans for several long seconds, just watching her, not moving or speaking. But then, he reached between his fly and pulled his cock out. She lowered her gaze to the monster he unleashed, the massive erection that was long and thick, and the biggest damn cock she’d ever seen.
The sight of him stroking himself and running his hand up and down the huge length transfixed her.
The tip was bulbous, slightly wider than his length. The slit was wet with pre-cum, and when he shifted on his feet, a swatch of light moved over his shaft, giving her another prime, illuminated shot of it.
But it was the piercings he had that had her more turned on than anything else. Yes, piercings…plural.
He had the crown of his cock pierced, an apadravya right through the bulbous head of his dick.
But every time he stroked his hand down the length, she caught a glimpse of a frenum piercing, a barbell that went right through the underside of his shaft.
“I want you on your knees. Hands behind your back.” His command was rough and left no room for argument.
Butters swallowed, feeling her pulse increase and her pussy flooded again, despite the fact he’d already gotten her off. Her inner muscles clenched for something substantial, for the thickness of his cock, for something that only Mayhem could give her.
She knew he’d stretch her so good, so much that it would hurt, but only in the best kind of way. She looked to her left because she could still hear people just around the corner, not sure why she cared if anyone saw them, because in all honesty, she didn’t.
Just the thought that they could walk around the side of the building and see what they were during aroused her.
“Don’t think. Just do as I say.”
She should loathe him for the way he was talking to her, for the situation she was in, but he was saving her and Nate’s lives, and if he wanted her to be his whore, then fucking hell, she’d be the best whore he’d ever had. Butters would make him addicted to her.