Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
That was amazing in itself, but watching him slowly start to shift and wiggle as his bladder became an issue he couldn’t ignore was hot as fuck.
When I finally got to the point where I was slowly feeding my dick down his throat and feeling him swallow around me, I had to fight to keep the rough, angry expression I needed to wear. “See? It’s not hard, slut.”
Ignoring his wiggles was getting harder, though, but I was amazing and played my part well. He wouldn’t have wanted it any other way even if at the moment he was starting to panic.
Moving his head faster, I made sure to give him enough time to breathe but that was about it. He was constantly on the edge of it being too much and that just had his cock begging for attention and him whimpering around my dick. “You should’ve been able to apologize on your own.”
But since he hadn’t, I needed to pick up the slack.
An asshole’s job was never done.
But it was done with amazing fucking patience because I was waiting for him to get just a bit more frantic before I shifted the scene…so that meant no orgasm for me.
A Master’s job was also never done.
So before I pushed us both too close to the edge, I eased out and narrowed my gaze as he sucked in air like he’d been running a marathon. “That’s how a slut apologizes.”
“I…I’m…” Shivers were still racing through him and his arms kept twitching like he could barely hold them in place, but all his attention was squarely on my face. “I’m sorry, Master.”
“I expect better from you next time.” There would always be a next time for that fantasy because we played it about once a month…and anytime Ashton’s current book was filled with asshole motorcycle club guys.
“I will…I’ll be a good cocksucker. I promise.” Ashton’s breathy tone went right to my dick, reminding me that we weren’t done by a long shot. He must’ve seen something on my face because he swallowed hard and his gaze finally dropped back down to my erection. “Can…can I show you now, Master?”
“No.” Or he’d finish me off entirely too soon. “Don’t pout, slut.”
Because it was too tempting.
“I’m still going to use you.” Grabbing his arm, I jerked my head. “Stand up.”
He used my hand to steady himself and slowly rose, but it was about the show, not because he was aching. “I…how are you going to use me, Master?”
I’d have given anything to know what was going through his head. The mix of desire and frustrated wiggles made it clear he couldn’t ignore his bladder any longer. He was doing his best, though. Ashton might’ve been curious and sexy as fuck, but he was also stubborn as fuck.
“I’m going to use your hole, slut.”
Then we’d see how long he could last.
Chapter 21
Ashton
He.
I.
“Over against the wall.” Micha’s perfect asshole Master routine sent a shiver through me, but there was just something about the casual way he jerked his head toward the wall with the shower on it that made it even more perfect.
As his slut, I wasn’t even worth pointing for.
“Do you need an invitation, slut?” His dickhead delivery was so good I had to remind myself how hard he’d practiced to get it just right.
My dick didn’t seem to care if it was real or not, though. It loved everything about it.
And it was doing its best to drag my mind back to the fantasy realm where everything felt so real I wanted to explode but didn’t actually want my Master to lose his shit at me for coming too quickly.
Or for anything else.
I just…
I had to…
“I need to…just one second…Master, I mean…” Shoot. It was too hard to get the words out. “I…”
“Need to obey.” His dryly delivered words were hot but the way he picked me up and set me down by the wall was beyond description. “Hands.”
Yes. He needed those.
Positioning me so my head was leaning toward the wall and my ass was sticking out, he gave it a pat. “Good slut.”
God.
My eyes closed on their own and I found myself spreading my legs wider, whining when I realized I was still wearing my pants. Hell, the only thing that was naked was my ass because somehow he’d trapped my dick again when he’d moved me around.
“I…I can…I need…” A lot of things. I needed a bathroom and a freed dick and an orgasm. There were probably a dozen other things I could’ve added to the list but my brain wasn’t working.
Master pinched my ass as he scoffed, then patted it as I gasped and whined again. “You need my dick in that tight hole. That’s all you need.”
He was so good at that.
“Please…I…” I just needed to be able to think. “One second. I just…”