Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to show them?”
I don’t want him to move away from me, but yes, I do want them to see. Both because I’m so proud of my fucking man. And because I myself have been fascinated to see a man as big as him, and I want anyone else who was as curious as I was to be able to see. To look but not touch. My sex clenches just at the thought. Because I get to look and touch.
“Show them.”
He turns profile to me, stroking his huge horse-cock. This gets both men and women murmuring, and I fucking love it.
You dirty whore.
Yes. Yes I am. Dirty whore. Dirty whore. Dirty whore.
“I swallowed you down my throat because I’m a dirty whore,” I say into the microphone, “and I wanted you to wake up to shocking pleasure.”
“I certainly fucking did,” Isaak growls into the mic, turning back to me with his cock poised at my entrance again. “I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I woke up right as you were squeezing my balls and I was coming down your fucking throat. I yanked the sheets back to see I was fucking your gorgeous face. My cum was dribbling out of your mouth but you’d drunk the rest of me down.”
“I couldn’t bear losing a fucking bit of you. So I licked up every drop.”
“That’s fucking right you did.”
He pulls me to him by the strong ropes holding the swing. Then he hefts my leg up to his shoulder so everyone can see as he thrusts slowly inside me.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he whispers gently, just for me.
But then he brings the mic back up. “Let them hear what noises you make for me.”
I want to shake my head. That’s going a bit far. Recounting past sexual fantasies is one thing. But he knows this is what turns me on the most even though it’s the most difficult. Letting people see me vulnerable as he gets me off while they’re watching.
Because then he drops his wicked little thumb down and pinches my clit between it and his huge cock penetrating me. I’m such a fucking hair-trigger lately with these goddamn pregnancy hormones, I immediately begin to shudder. And even though I try to keep it in, a little high-pitched squeak ekes out of my throat.
Isaak grins, loving seeing me lose it as much as I have started to when we play here.
“What was that?” He strokes me deeper with his cock, nudging my g-spot in a way that makes my head fall back with a deep moan. He makes sure to catch the noise with the mic and I hear myself echoing all throughout the club.
“Fuck, she’s a hot one,” I hear someone comment, right as Isaak growls, “You’re so fuckin’ tight, Red.”
My belly spasms, clenching all around Isaak in a way that’s got him groaning.
He drops the mic so he can tweak one of my nipples, driving my pleasure higher.
“Oh fuck, Isaak.”
I fight the bonds tying my hands behind my back. I want to grab hold of him. But he just reaches behind my back and catches my wrists again, holding me suspended while he fucks me. He doesn’t go fast or hard.
He’s adopted this tortuously slow method of fucking me ever since I told him about the baby. The doctor said I was fine to have sex like normal as long as it’s nothing too rough and no breath-play. But Isaak’s determined to play his way.
The girth of his shaft is plenty. It’s only three more slow thrusts before I start to come around his huge tree-trunk cock.
His big arms surround me, one holding my wrists, the other clenching my ponytail at the base of my neck as I shudder and come all over his cock.
“Another,” he demands, continuing his ruthless thrusts. “I want them to see how many times you come on my giant cock.”
“Oh, Isaak, I’m going to—” But then I can’t speak any more because I’m coming again, the first orgasm riding up into a second.
“That’s right.” He lets go of my wrists for just a moment to spank me lightly before grabbing me again.
Right as I’m still in the middle of whole-body shakes from my second orgasm, Isaak pulls out and flips me around in the swing, catching me by my ankles and stepping into me from behind. I’ve only been in the swing once before but I’m still shocked by the dexterity and availability of different positions the swing offers.
He’s stepped back into me and is fucking me from behind, his long cock sliding easily back into my cunt and hitting all sorts of new spots from the new position. He can also easily pin my wrists with his body this way, leaving his hands free to pluck at my breasts and tease my clit.