Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Could this be the first time he’d ever been fucked? Was she the first one to do it? She’d ask him once he could talk again.
In the meantime, she grabbed a latex glove from a nearby cabinet full of toys. She pulled it on her right hand and lubed two fingers up well.
Since the dildo didn’t work as she’d hoped, what she was about to do next might. And not because it would be painful, but because it would be too pleasurable.
When she went back to stand behind Cam, he tensed due to not knowing what was coming next. She was definitely keeping him on his toes.
When she worked two fingers inside him—much easier after being stretched by the dildo—he clamped down around her for only the time it took to find his walnut-sized “start” button.
It was time to “turn him on.”
She stroked him there until his hips began to hump the air uncontrollably. That reaction made one side of her mouth pull up. He was saying something but she couldn’t make it out. However, unless he gave her the signal to stop, she’d continue until he ran out of juice or couldn’t take the stimulation anymore.
She squatted down to see his erection hanging heavily between his legs and prostatic fluid dripping off the head of his cock and onto the floor.
“Do you like me milking you like that, Handsome?”
Chapter Sixteen
“Do you like me milking you like that, Handsome?”
Did she really expect him to answer? His mouth was being forced open and filled with a rubber ball.
Of course, if he could answer, it would be a resounding yes, but he could only take so much of it. Just like that big dildo. Her using it on him confirmed why he didn’t bottom.
He wasn’t fond of the fullness or the uncomfortable stretch.
However, he had told her to go wild. He’d have to rethink that for next time. Even so, she was milking his prostate like a pro. And while he couldn’t see the result of it because of the blindfold, he sure could feel it.
The more she stroked his P-spot, the more fluid escaped him. While he hadn’t come yet, he was teetering dangerously. It wouldn’t take much more for him to succumb. Only, once he did, he’d lose his erection. Though, that might be her goal and she wouldn’t care that he couldn’t fuck her.
At least not until he had time to recover.
They only had the room for an hour and he had lost track of time. Given his current position, he certainly couldn’t check it.
When she reached between his legs and slapped his balls lightly, he jerked forward in surprise and was unable to breathe for a second or two.
What the fuck? At least being restrained in the stockade kept him from collapsing to his knees. Maybe even curling up and crying like a baby.
No matter what, he refused to tell her to stop.
She must be getting back at him from all the “torture” he inflicted on her last week in the medical room. That night he had turned the tables on her. Now she was flipping those tables over.
When she moved to his side but still continued to finger fuck him, he knew she had something up her sleeve and he would soon be done.
“It can’t get any more perfect than that,” she whispered, using downward strokes to pull on his cock as if she was milking a cow. “Time to move on.”
Thank fuck.
However, “moving on” to her meant slipping her fingers free of his ass, then getting on her knees and wedging herself between his feet and the base of the stockade.
What was she doing?
She tapped his leg. “Give me more room to work, Handsome.”
He wasn’t sure he liked her using the term “work.” Especially after she had slapped his damn balls. Did it mean she was going to work him over? She already…
Wait.
Okay.
He gave two thumbs up, even though he had no idea if she could see them. But he was fully onboard with her wrapping her mouth around his aching cock. But why did she need his legs wider?
Oh yes. For that…
If he had more than two thumbs he’d be raising them all.
While sucking his cock, she had reached through his thighs and plugged her two fingers right back into his socket so she could continue to push his power button.
Holy shit. Between her going to town with her hot, wet mouth and the stimulation of his prostate, he wasn’t going to last long.
Hell, he wasn’t going to last, period.
One Mississippi, two Mississippi…
Hold up. Why did he care how long he lasted? He had no reason to hold out.
Instead, he cleared his mind and let her do her thing. Consequences be damned.
While gently kneading his still stinging balls, she swallowed his length all the way to the back of her throat, sucking while stroking the underside with her tongue.