Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134133 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 671(@200wpm)___ 537(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
The small gesture heats my blood. Then, when I release her, she gently removes the lush pelts of fur tied around my boots. She doesn’t have to be gentle, but she is.
My pants come off next, and the black boxer-briefs I wore beneath them.
Now that I'm undressed where she needs access to me, she scoots forward on her knees, planting her hands on my muscular thighs and casting an uncertain look up at me.
I'm curious to see where she's going on her own, so I don't offer her any direction.
I am surprised and pleased that she looked to me for it, though.
It's on the tip of my tongue to ask if she's sucked a cock before, but given what she told me earlier about the last guy who got her in this position and things happening that she didn't want to happen, I wonder if this isn't the first time she has evaded rape with a compromise she thought she might be able to live with.
I don't want confirmation if I'm right.
I don't want the two experiences linked in her mind, though I know I don't have much control over that.
She clearly didn't enjoy her last experience, I know that much.
So, when she shyly reaches for my cock and takes it in her hand, I allow myself a moment of mindless pleasure, but then I reach down and grab her tits.
She gasps in surprise and looks up at me.
"Keep doing what you're doing," I tell her.
She licks her lips, then gently tugs on my hard shaft.
I tweak her nipples and feel them harden beneath my fingers.
"Mm, that's it, baby. Now, lean in and take it in your mouth."
I feel her breath on the crown of my cock a moment before her perfect lips wrap around it. I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
I release one of her tits so I can grab her head, needing control of her clumsy, uncertain movements.
She doesn't fight me. She doesn't mind having her movement controlled. Maybe she even prefers it.
Her mouth is wet and hot as my cock fills it, pushing deeper. I feel her start to panic as she gags, but I give her skull a reassuring rub and murmur, "What a good fucking girl. Your mouth is perfect, baby. It fits me like a glove. Relax."
She does as she's commanded, relaxing her throat and opening her jaw to take me.
"Christ." I can feel my cock at the back of her throat.
My hand on her tit hasn't moved, but it hasn't done a damn thing, either. I got so caught up in feeling her take me into her mouth, I forgot I wanted to make her feel good while she pleasured me.
I remember now, rubbing my fingertip over her nipple. It pebbles again, so I rub it harder, circling it and then tweaking the sensitive nub.
Sophie moans around me, the vibration traveling up my dick and sending a tremor of pleasure clear down to my toes.
My eyes drift closed, and I continue to mindlessly caress and tease her tits as she sucks me. She's doing a good job, she's just not taking me deep enough. I want to grab her skull and drive my cock so deep into her throat that she cries and gags around me, but I don't want to traumatize her, either.
Well, more than I already have.
If I weren't so committed to the cause, I might drag her pretty little ass up here, plant her on my cock, and fuck that sweet pussy I got such a tantalizing taste of.
But no. Here I am, being a good guy.
More or less.
Her tongue swirls around my shaft, reminding me that my compromise has brought me a nice little reward. I love her efforts to please me. Yes, I want more, but I love what she's giving me as much as I enjoyed taking from her.
It's her I want; the method doesn't seem to matter.
I have half a mind to tell her as she sucks my cock that it's unfortunate for her she's committed to never seeing me again, because I'm just as committed to having another night like this one, and between the two of us, it's much more likely I'm going to get what I want.
No need to alarm her.
Not right now.
Not when she's doing such a lovely fucking job laboring over my cock.
I caress her hair tenderly, almost lovingly, as I work my hands around her head. It's to reassure her that everything is fine and she's doing a great job, but once I have her skull cradled in both hands, I force her to take me deeper.
She cries out, startled. Her nails dig into my thighs as she holds on, but I murmur reassurances and remind her to breathe.
Her throat is fucking heaven as I push into it. I've had a lot of mouths around my cock, but I've never enjoyed one as much as this one. They’ve all been much more willing, too. Hungry for it, even, not begrudgingly offered to avoid a worse fate.