Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
“That’s it. Open your mouth for me, Swan.”
She holds the base of my cock with one hand as she licks the tip. Her tongue swipes the bead of pre-cum, and I slam one hand against the door to hold me up.
“That’s it. Taste this cock that’s about to fuck you.” I groan, plunging my other hand into her blonde hair. “Take it deep, Swan.”
She opens her mouth and takes my dick as far down as she can until I’m hitting the back of her throat. She bobs her head, moving my dick, sucking it.
“You suck my dick so good,” I praise her. “So fucking good. You know just what I need, don’t you?”
My balls tighten, and my orgasm is so fucking close I can see it. But I still need inside of her pretty pussy.
I do one last thrust into her mouth, taking it a bit too far, and she tears as I choke her with my thick cock. I pull out of her mouth and tell her to stand. Once she’s on her feet, I rip her lacy, white panties off and toss them.
She closes her eyes as I lift her, squeezing her ass in my palms, so I can fuck her right here. My cock finds her entrance within seconds, like it was trained just for that, and I slam inside her with one violent stroke.
I still as soon as I’m fully in her slick heat. “Fuck,” I breathe out. “Are you ok? You’re even tighter than I thought you’d be.”
I give her a second to acclimate to my size, and once she has, I move slowly.
“Yeah, keep going.”
I do as she says as I pump slowly inside her, letting my dick fully appreciate her tightness.
“Oh god,” she moans out, her fingers gripping my hair.
Her pussy feels so phenomenal that I pick up speed, fucking her against the door. In a flash, I spin her around, moving her to the couch so I can really fuck this woman.
I’ve got one foot on the floor and the other kneeled to one side of the couch, pounding into her.
I stare down at her hard nipples and lower my head to nip one of them. She holds my head in place as she bucks beneath me, shouting out my name.
“That’s it. Say my name, because when I’m fucking you in my club, I want you to know it’s my cock you’re hungry for.”
I thrust deeper, my body building to that ultimate goal. She’s working her body just as hard against me, in perfect tandem.
“I’m coming,” she cries out, which spurs me to go faster, to seek my own release so I can join her.
“Swan, I’m so close,” I tell her, moving my dick in and out of her until I come crashing down around her, my orgasm slamming into me like a ton of bricks.
“Tell me some things you like to do at your club,” she says, once our bodies have calmed.
She is on my chest and I lie flat on my back, rummaging my fingers through her hair. “You want to see what you might be into?”
She nods, tilting her head so she can gaze into my eyes with those emerald greens. “Sort of. I don’t really know what I’d be into. I know I like everything we’ve done so far, but the night you touched me at the club while I was watching others was really hot.”
“You’re off on Saturday night, but I’d like you to come to the ball with me. Everyone’s dressing up. We’ll go in disguise and no one will know who we are.”
“Are you sure no one will know?”
“Yes, we can move freely throughout the club and try different things.”
“I’m not into pain.”
I laugh. “We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I can see the wheels in her mind spinning as we lie in each other’s arms.
“Well, what are you into?” she asks so innocently.
“Honestly, I’m into making you happy. So, whatever kink turns you on, I’ll happily oblige because I get off on making you wet.”
She blinks at me. “Really?”
I kiss the top of her head. “Yes, really. Don’t you see how hard you make me?” My dick’s already growing at the thought of having her again.
“But one thing I won’t ever do, Swan, is share you.” Her eyes meet mine. “Understood?”
She nods. “I don’t want to share you either.”
“Good.”
“Can I ask you something?”
I nod. “Sure, you can ask me anything.”
“Where did you get those blown-glass pieces in your office? The swan.”
“They belonged to my mother. When I was sixteen, I bought her the swan figurine for her birthday. On my way home from the store, I ran into this awful kid from my neighborhood.”
“What happened?”
“We got into it, pushing and shoving, and he ended up cracking the swan figure. I was so pissed.”
“Kids can be assholes.”