Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“You…” I said as I saw his exposed flesh.
His cock was tucked down the left pant leg, looking incredibly uncomfortable behind the unforgiving denim of his jeans.
What was exposed, however, was his dark brown pubic hair, and the top length of his shaft, fully engorged, and sporting veins that throbbed and pulsed with each beat of his heart.
I bit my lip, looking up at him for my next order.
He lifted his ass off the couch and said, “Tug them down.”
I did, doing as he asked and hooking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles until the tops of his battered brown cowboy work boots were exposed.
His cock flipped upward when it was no longer confined, slapping onto his t-shirt-covered belly with an audible thump.
I bit my lip, my hands itching to reach out and capture his length—his length that was already weeping at the tip—but I stilled my hand.
My eyes went to his, and he smiled.
It was such a slow, devious smile that my heartrate started to pick up the moment I saw it, as if it wasn’t already beating a mile a minute due to his nearness—and nakedness.
“You follow the rules so good, baby,” he said, cupping my jaw.
When his thumb swept over my lips, I parted them on an exhale, and he swept inside, laying the pad of his thumb onto my tongue before saying, “Suck.”
I closed my lips around his thumb and sucked, causing him to wink.
When he pulled his thumb, I didn’t let him go, and he guided my mouth directly to where he was waiting with his cock in his hand.
“Now my cock,” he urged.
I let his thumb go and immediately switched to his cock.
With his hand fisted, I couldn’t go far, taking maybe half an inch at most.
But I gave that half an inch everything I had, sucking it into my mouth and running my tongue over the ridge of his cock head.
“Fuck,” he said as he reached for my hand, placing it under his own on his shaft. “Here. Put your hand right here.”
I took his hard cock in my hand, groaning around his cock head as I bobbed my head, reveling at the way he felt like heated velvet steel.
“Work that hand up and down,” he ordered. “Like this.”
He wrapped his hand around mine and worked his shaft—what little of it he allowed me to have since his other hand still stayed where it was to keep me from only taking what he wanted me to have—up and down, twisting it with every couple of pulls.
I did as he asked, surprised at the force he wanted me to use.
I felt like I was squeezing him to death, but since he was the one in charge of the strength I was using to work the bottom half of his cock, I did what he wanted.
“I’m gonna move my hand,” he said. “I want you to replace it with yours.”
I did so the moment his hand moved, my left hand now squeezing him as tightly as my right.
With both hands, I worked the length of his cock in tandem, but was also awarded with the space at the tip with his large hand gone, giving me at least another inch to enjoy.
“Let your saliva run out of your mouth down the length of my cock,” he ordered. “Get your hands all nice and slick.”
I couldn’t have stopped myself from doing that if I tried.
“Now lick the tip, give your mouth a break for a second,” he continued, his hand going to my hair as he bunched the loose strands into his fist to hold it out of my face.
I did, licking around the tip with just my tongue, exploring the ridge with fascinated excitement.
My pussy at this point was drenched.
The back of my calf, where my pussy was resting, was slick with my need. And I couldn’t stop myself from squirming, wanting—no, needing—him inside me.
“Is your pussy hungry, baby?” he asked.
I nodded with a whispered yes against his engorged head.
He grinned, his straight white teeth flashing, before he fell back onto the couch, and pulled me up with him.
It became painfully obvious how much stronger he was than me as he manually lifted me up off the ground, then spun me around so that I was now facing his feet with my pussy now directly in his face.
I gasped, surprised by the suddenness of the move, and cried out when I felt his tongue spear into my pussy, parting the lips of my sex with a hard stroke.
“No panties.” He growled.
His hands tightened on my ass cheeks, and for a long moment in time, I sat there with my hands planted on the couch, unsure what to do next.
Mostly, the way his tongue was licking left me with zero doubt that I was about to forget everything that I was supposed to be doing.