Total pages in book: 207
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 985(@200wpm)___ 788(@250wpm)___ 657(@300wpm)
Although they had made love countless times since the marquis breached her maidenhead, she hadn't yet had the confidence to touch him on his own. But now that she had her Master's permission...
Mihail sucked his breath when his pet suddenly tightened her grip on his cock.
Hearing this, Rhapsody was immediately concerned, asking, "Does it hurt?"
Feeling her fingers starting to loosen, he immediately denied this. "No, milady."
Her fingers stilled.
"A tight grip brings more pleasure," he managed to explain and was instantly rewarded with the feel of her fingers once again locking around his cock.
"I can feel it throbbing," Rhapsody whispered.
And of course, the words had his cock throbbing even more.
"Start moving your hand," he gritted out.
Her hand moved up and down slowly and cautiously. "Like this?"
"Yes," he hissed.
He let her stroke him for a while, and when he could bear it no longer, he reached for her hair, fisting it in his grip just before slowly pushing her head down. He heard her intake of breath, and the tinge of feminine fear only sharpened the edge of his arousal. Her lips parted willingly as the thick, slippery head of his cock entered her mouth.
Mother of Hell.
It was a deliciously tight fit, with her small mouth and his oversized cock, but still he surged forward, and the way she worked hard to keep her mouth wide open only fed his desire.
Rhapsody could feel tears welling up in her eyes as inch after inch went into her mouth. She was frightened, but at the same time helplessly excited. Her mind told her that his cock should fit, but her irrational side argued against this.
He! Was! Too! Big!
An indefinite stretch of eternity seemed to have passed before he was finally able to get his entire length into her mouth and down her throat. She started to gag the moment her Master moved, but he gripped her head tightly, not letting her pull back.
"Relax your throat."
The marquis had gritted the command out in a harsh tone, but it worked somehow, and she could feel her fears subsiding along with her ebbing tension. If her Master believed that relaxing her throat would solve things, then it must be so, and Rhapsody struggled to do as told. The first few moments were a challenge, but eventually she felt her throat easing up, and when his cock started moving again, its thrusts were now smooth and unhampered.
She had done it, Rhapsody thought with satisfaction, and the knowledge of having done as her Mastered ordered pleased her so that her fingers tightened involuntarily around his cock. It had the marquis hissing, and the sound made her realize that this was yet another thing he enjoyed.
Very well then...
Blood rushed to Mihail's head as her pet began stroking him, her fingers tight around his cock, and its movements matching the pace of her bobbing head. She appeared devotedly attuned to his needs and used his reactions to refine her skills. When her teeth scraped against his cock and she felt him jerk, or when he groaned as she was able to take another inch of his cock...all these little things that she realized he enjoyed, she would do so again and again...until she had him driven to the very edge.
The muscles in his thighs had tensed, and his balls were tight, cum burning inside of it and close to bursting.
His grip on her hair became rough, and he found himself urging her head to move faster.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"I am about to cum, milady," he grated out.
And still her head kept moving, her mouth working its magic around his cock.
"If you do not stop now," he warned thickly, "you will end up drinking my seed."
But still her head continued to move.
Fucking mother of Hell.
Rhapsody saw the marquis' eyes squeeze shut just as the fingers clutching her head tightened...
And then she felt it.
His cock wildly twitching inside her mouth as sticky, salty semen shot down her throat.
A moan escaped her even as she instinctively started sucking on her Master's ejaculating cock.
"Fuck."
Her Master's tone was savage, and the shoving plunges of his manhood even more so. It was so very clear that he had lost control, her Master lost in the pleasure of her mouth around his cock...
His orgasm seemed to go on and on so that her knees were slightly aching by the time she felt him finally pull out. It was done, she thought. She had succeeded in pleasuring her Master with her mouth, and the thought had her absently running her tongue over her lips—-
The marquis saw this and was unable to control himself.
A gasp was startled out of Rhapsody when the marquis suddenly lifted her up to his lap. She glanced up but wasn't able to say a thing, with the marquis' mouth already hungrily covering hers in a hard, moist kiss that had her breasts painfully swelling and moisture gushing out of her channels.