Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I want the burn of his dick stretching me wide.
“Greedy boy,” he murmurs when his tongue pulls out. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I choke out.
He stands up and brings a finger to my mouth. “Suck on this. Get it good and wet.”
It’s erotic as hell sucking on his finger, knowing it’ll soon be in my ass. I’m nervous, but mostly excited and curious. All too soon, he pulls his finger out and teases it down my crease to my hole.
“Relax, criminal, and I’ll let you off for good behavior.”
He gently massages the tight flesh until my body loosens up and I’m begging for him to penetrate me. His finger doesn’t feel quite as good as his tongue, but he’s able to push it in deeper. The feel of his finger inside of me is primal and so fucking intimate. No one has ever had this part of me before. No women. Not Cato. Not Kian. Only Dante.
“Feel this?” he rumbles as he presses against what must be my prostate based on the way I nearly collapse from trembles.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss out. “Do it again.”
Dante
God, this man is fucking perfect.
Everything about him is addictive as hell. The fact he’s playing along with my filthy fantasies only further solidifies how perfect he is.
“When I touch it again, I won’t stop until you’re coming.” I slide my finger out of his ass, loving the whine of protest from his lips. “Don’t worry, boy, I’m only changing positions. I want your dick in my mouth when you come. We’re not wasteful men. I’m going to swallow every drop.”
I settle my ass on the floor, back against the wall and my legs spread out. His head is still pressed against the wall and he peers down at me with such raw hunger. Fucking gorgeous. I grab hold of his dick and bring it to my mouth. Then, my finger finds its way back to his ass. He grants me access much easier this time. I keep one hand inside him, barely teasing his prostate while my other one caresses his balls. Once he realizes my mouth is available to fuck, he unleashes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, his hips pumping forward, each thrust sending his thick dick down my waiting throat. “You’re going to kill me, Dante. Fuck.”
I focus on bringing him pleasure rather than the fact he’s skullfucking me so I don’t trigger my gag reflex. It doesn’t take much more pressure on his prostate before he’s cursing out my name like I’m the devil here to drag him to Hell. Hot cum shoots down my throat and I swallow it down, marveling over how wrecked I’ve made this man of the law. As I slip off his dick, I pull my finger out of his ass.
“You liked that?” I ask, peering up at him.
“Uncuff me and I’ll return the favor.”
“You haven’t earned an early release yet.” I flash him a vicious grin. “On your knees, criminal.”
His nostrils flare, but he pulls back from the wall, allowing me room to stand. As he kneels, I rise to my feet. Since his hands are bound and he can’t take my dick out, I do it for him. I tap the tip of my dick against his parted lips.
“Beg for my cock,” I growl.
He leans forward, his tongue darting out to taste me, but I grip his hair, keeping him away from his salty prize.
“Beg.” I grab my dick and paint his lips with my pre-cum. “Beg, boy.”
“Please,” he croaks out. “I want to taste you. I fucking missed it.”
Sweet, eager thing.
“Open up,” I instruct. “Now.”
His lips slide over my thickness as I ease into his hot mouth. He gags, his eyes watering, when I reach the back of his throat. I pull back and caress his hair.
“I like it when you gag,” I croon. “It’s a beautiful fucking sound.”
As though he’s starved for dick, he snarls, sucking me into his mouth. Without his hands in use, he fumbles to find the right rhythm. Eventually, he bobs up and down like he’s done it a thousand times. So fucking perfect. This time, when I push deep into his throat, he makes a sound, but it’s more of a moan than a gag. I thrust hard twice, blissed out on the pleasure of his hot, tight throat, before pulling back again. Over and over I tease him until my nuts begin to seize up with my impending release.
“Open your mouth and wait for what I give you,” I command, stroking my wet dick in front of his face. “Wider. Stick your tongue out too.”
He obeys because he’s trying to obliterate my world. It’s fucking hot to see him on his knees with his dick bobbing in front of him, once again hard, and his mouth waiting on my cum. I let out a strangled sound of pleasure before cum jets out in thick ropes. One string of it hits his cheek, but the next couple of spurts land on his pink tongue.