Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
She moans and tilts her chin up, lips parting. I slide the tip of the dildo against her tongue, and after a moment, she starts to suck the tip.
“Good girl,” I say, heart racing, thinking about my own dick in her mouth. Fuck, I want to fill her to the brim with this dildo deep in her pussy while she moans and sucks my cock. “I bet you can handle more.”
She grunts and gags, and I pull it back before she chokes. “Too much,” she says, gasping for air. Spit rolls between her mouth and the dildo.
“More,” I command, and this time, I reach down between her legs and tease her pussy as I make her suck the fake cock. She groans and whimpers as she obeys, and it’s so fucking hot I can barely control myself. Her pussy is dripping wet, practically running down my fingers, as I fuck her mouth with the silicone dick.
“Good girl,” I say, pulling back. “Now open your legs.”
“Jackal,” she says, panting and gasping. “What are you going to do with that?”
“I’m going to fill your pussy up, baby.” I pull her panties all the way off. Her pussy is so damn pretty in the bright construction lights. I tease her with the tip of the dildo, gliding up and down as I grab some lube. Though she’s soaked, this thing is big—and I suspect I’ll need a little help. I drip some down its length and slowly, very slowly, I press the tip inside her.
She mewls as her back arches. “Oh, shit, that’s a lot,” she says and I chuckle softly, kissing her chin, licking one of her nipples.
“Not even the full tip.” I go deeper, nice and slow. “There you are, baby. How much more do you want?”
“All of it,” she says, breathing hard. Her skin is flushed pink and she’s practically drooling with lust. “Please, all of it.”
I move down between her legs to get a better angle and slowly, agonizingly, I glide the toy between her legs until she takes as much as she can handle. Then equally slowly, I pull it back out and start to fuck her.
She’s beyond words at this point. I’m guessing it hurts and feels good in equal measure. I talk to her as I fill her up, telling her how pretty she is all tied up and exposed for me, how beautiful her pussy looks getting filled by a thick cock, how much I want to fuck her gorgeous little mouth. I stroke her clit with my other hand, and that seems to push her over the edge.
“More,” she begs. “Faster, please. God, I’m so close.”
“You want to come for me?” I stroke in and out faster as my thumb rubs lazy, gentle circles around her clit. “You think you’ve been good enough to come?”
“I need it,” she groans. “Please, Jackal. I’ve been so good. I do everything you ask. Please, let me come.”
Fuck, she’s perfect. I don’t know how I’m controlling myself right now. There’s a loud, animalistic voice in my head, telling me to ditch the fake dick and fill her with my warm, thick, hard real one, but I can’t, not yet. The game is more important, the game is everything, and these are the rules I set forth.
I fuck her faster. Her hips buck into the toy and her fingers curl against the blanket, and finally her moans turn into a keening gasp as her body’s racked with pleasure. A fresh bloom of pink flushes her skin and she comes hard, every muscle in her body tensing as she crushes the dildo. As she finishes, I slowly pull it out and stand back to watch her gasping and panting for air, squirming around on the blanket like she can barely think straight.
“That… was…” she laughs, shaking her head. “Holy shit, that was amazing.”
“One last job, baby.” I dip my fingers down inside her and she purrs before I bring them to her lips. “Suck them clean.”
She doesn’t even hesitate. I nearly come right then and there in my pants, and it’s only through immense self-control that I manage not to.
When she’s done, I kiss her body again, but this time lovingly. I praise her too, make sure she knows how good she did and how proud of her I am, and how fucking beautiful she is. I put her panties back on, as useless as they may be, and sit her up. I untie her hands and put her top on, once again careful not to mess up the blindfold.
She stretches her arms and rolls out her wrists. “Do you have your mask on?”
“Not yet.” I pick it up from the ground. “You want to peek, don’t you?”
“Would it ruin anything if I admitted that I do?”
“No, I don’t think so. But we both know the second you destroy the mystery is the second the game isn’t fun anymore.”