Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I reach for his pants to undo them, but he swats my hands away.
“Did I say you could do that yet?”
I groan because nrgh. His orders turn me on something fierce.
“Now, if you’re a good boy and do as you’re told, I might even let you touch yourself while your mouth is on my cock.”
My lip trembles, and I breathe out the frustration that’s building in my gut. It’s the best kind of frustration where I yearn for permission—to follow whatever he tells me to do.
I wasn’t lying when I said sex is the only way to get me to obey orders. I don’t know where that need comes from. It could be that when I use my body for pleasure and let others use me, the praise gives me that acceptance that I’ve been looking for my whole life. All my life, I’ve worked to get attention. Any attention to fill that void of loneliness.
“Take your cock out,” Lane says, and I immediately start on getting my jeans open. Lane gazes out the window and lifts a hand to wave at the neighbor. “I think she’s almost finished. We might want to hurry this up.” Lane opens his fly and shoves his suit pants and underwear down his thighs.
His dick juts out, and my hands freeze in trying to free my own because Lane Pierce has an amazing cock. Of course he fucking does.
It’s not the longest I’ve seen, but it’s disproportionately thick compared to the rest of him. It has a perfect mushroom head that’s red and leaking, and his shaft is super veiny.
I don’t think I’ve ever fallen in total love with a cock before, but I want to marry it.
The guy it’s attached to, I could take or leave. He’s hot, and I love seeing him flustered and annoyed, but he’s always too serious.
Though in this situation, that’s a bonus.
“You still haven’t done what I said.” Lane hasn’t even glanced down at me.
“How did you know?”
“Because you stopped moving completely. If you want my dick instead of just staring at it, you need to do as I say.”
I fight with my jeans, pissed at myself for wearing my tightest pair today, but finally free my cock. I need to stroke it to give a moment of relief, but the second I do, Lane takes a step back.
“Did I say you could do that?”
I complain. “You said if I was a good boy. I’m being a good boy.”
“You can’t touch yourself until I come down your throat.”
“Then why did you tell me to take my cock out? Now it’s out there, all lonely, wanting attention, and I’m supposed to ignore it?”
“Yes.” Lane crooks his finger under my chin and lifts my gaze. “Because if you want this. If you want to have sex for the foreseeable future, you’ll do what it takes. I’m putting everything on the line for you. You can follow a simple direction for me.”
I nod eagerly.
“Now, how are your deep-throating skills?”
“Top-notch. And I’m offended you’re even asking. You saw the CCTV footage.”
“It was too grainy to tell. All I saw was a fuckboy on his knees for someone who wasn’t me. Just like when I saw you with Aleks. You make poor decisions, and I’m done trying to do this the professional way.”
“So, you’re stooping to my level?”
“Yes. Get to it. Give me your best fucking blowjob, and try to make Mrs. Huxley suspect what I’m doing standing at the kitchen sink without a dish to be seen. Let her know how desperate you are for me that you got on your knees and didn’t care who saw.”
Lane really knows how to push all my buttons.
I practically dive on his cock. He’s so thick that my lips have to stretch wide to fit him all in my mouth. I don’t take my time easing into it, and as his fat head hits the back of my throat, I almost gag and choke, but I get it under control.
My eyes are already watering, and my abandoned cock is complaining, but the sooner I can get Lane off, the sooner he’ll let me come.
I glance up at him between my lashes to see if he’s got the look of lust and sex across his face yet, but he’s as stoic as he was when we started.
He must have had Botox because how is this not the hottest blowjob of his life? It’s mine, and I’m not even on the receiving end.
Then he glances down for a split second, and I see it. The heat is in his eyes, but his mouth is drawn into a tight line. I can work with this.
I bury my face in his groin, relaxing my throat so he can fit, and then alternate between sucking him and squeezing his balls with my hand.