Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
I didn’t wait for a signal. I fisted his cock and opened my mouth, and I took as much of him as possible. Sweet God. Love at first taste. I didn’t know what I was doing; I just tried to devour him. I tried to suck him the way I wanted to be sucked myself.
He hissed a curse, then exhaled a groan that filled me with pride and euphoria. I was making him sound like that. Me.
“This next part is for Tate,” he said, his voice filled with lust. “I want you on me like a leech. Don’t put any value on anything I say. Your only job is to act like you’re obsessed with me.”
“That’s not an act, Handler,” I replied in between sucks. I licked the length of his delicious cock and peered up at him. “You’re my god.”
His eyes flashed with dark promise and satisfaction, and he cupped my cheek. “Say that again.”
“You’re my god, Handler. I’ll do anything you desire.”
He drew in a deep breath and returned his fingers to my hair. “Christ, I’m gonna break your ass. Keep going. Keep sucking me like the pathetic cock-whore you are.”
That was what I did. As his pathetic cock-whore, I sucked him for all I was worth. I got lost in him. I lived for the next spurt of pre-come coating my tongue. I soared whenever he groaned and moaned. And I didn’t stop for a second when I heard the door open.
Tate’s sharp intake of air was unmistakable.
Did he feel the same jealousy I’d felt earlier when I’d seen him draped over his Master?
“He couldn’t resist me this time either, pet.” Kingsley let out a labored breath and pulled at my hair.
It made me groan.
“Understandable,” Tate bit out. “Where do you want the food, Sir?”
“I don’t care,” Kingsley grunted. “Looks like we’re gonna eat later instead. I’m busy, Tate.”
Later was much, much better.
“Fuck—that’s enough.” He sat up and tugged me away from his cock, and I felt my chest heave. The feral look in his eyes drew the most subservient noise from me; it sounded like a pleading whimper. But I was too far gone to care how pathetic I came off.
When he leaned back again, inch by inch, so slowly, his hungry stare never wavering, I followed like a magnet. I needed him. He had to take me right now. I was ready to beg.
His dominance flowed through me. It was the most bizarre sensation. It was right there in the energy he put into the room, into the universe, and a needy dog like me showed my belly in immediate submission.
No words were exchanged between us, but he guided me to lie on my side in front of him, pressing my back to his chest. I shivered at how reverently he touched me. He stroked my skin, my cock, and then stroked himself behind me.
“Tate, prepare my cock. I’m gonna fuck your friend.” He cupped my cheek, making sure I kept looking back at him over my shoulder, and he dipped down and kissed me deeply. “I don’t wanna wait any longer,” he whispered against my lips. “Have you been a good slut to make yourself ready for me?”
I nodded quickly. “Every night, Handler. Use me however you wish.”
“You know how to please me.” He glanced back at…Tate, I presumed. “Sometime today, Tate. Not too much lube. The rubber’s already slicked up.”
I shuddered and automatically pushed my ass against his hip.
Kingsley chuckled and smacked my ass.
I hissed and groaned.
Fuck, he was a drug.
“Where do you want me, Sir?” Tate gritted out.
I couldn’t help but peer over at him and feel a little smug. His Master was gonna fuck me hard, and Tate wasn’t going to do anything about it. Within the confines of our scene, it felt incredible to give in to every debauched fantasy and sensation.
“Go sit in the corner.” Kingsley’s voice turned dismissive as he refocused on me and started kissing my neck. “To be honest, I don’t care. Just don’t disturb me.”
I moaned when he dragged the head of his cock between my buttocks. This was finally happening. After decades of repressing myself, denying all the pleasures I’d dreamed about in secret, I was about to get ravished by one of the sexiest men on the planet.
He pressed himself inside me slowly, and I gasped at the sharp sting. It was a pain I’d come to love even with silicone toys. It made me feel dirty and sexy.
“That’s a good whore,” he whispered in my ear. “Keep pushing back on my cock.”
“Hnnngh.” My eyes nearly rolled back. I couldn’t keep them open. The intense burn, the reality of my night, and the filthy euphoria turned me into a mess of shameless greed.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Franklin.”
Gladly. “That I love feeling your cock inside me,” I groaned. “You’re perfect, Sir. So goddamn perfect. This can’t be the punishment. Oh my goodness.” I pushed back and pushed back and pushed back, even as the pain burned brighter and threatened to drown out the pleasure. I knew it was temporary.