Enslaved By Him: My Bareback Master Series (Book 1) (An Erotic Romance) Read Online Free Page A

prowess.
    She’d also leaned forward then, as if revealing the world’s greatest secret━even though there was nobody else within a mile of where we were sitting at in the park━and whispered into my ear, “Tickle his balls.”
    “What? No way!” I’d exclaimed.
    She’d winked at me then and with a glint in her eyes of somebody who knew what she was talking about had said, “Trust me.”
    Now with Jake’s penis inside my mouth, and a burning desire to make him cum coursing through my veins, I say to myself, “I’ll trust you on this one Candy.”
    Flicking my tongue in and out and all over his long shaft, I work my way down to his testicles. I can already hear his moans increasing, his muscles stiffening.
    I throw a look up at his face and I can see that it’s now contorted and out of shape as if he’s in pain. I pull my head back as if to stop and he grabs the back of my neck, shoves his penis even deeper into my mouth.
    “No! Don’t stop!” He orders.
    Oh, so you’re enjoying it!
    Don’t worry, I’m not stopping!
    With my hands firmly gripping his buttocks and pulling him toward me, I hover over his testicles then with slow deliberate movements, I lean forward and suck one testicle at a time. Interchanging between them every few seconds.
    Not that I’m timing it or anything, but it doesn’t even take a minute after I start working on his testicles before he emits a low guttural sound, like a lion on a first kill, and with a loud “Fuck!” he grabs onto the wall behind him and orgasms, his cum spewing all over my mouth, face and neck.
    Outside my room, I hear a door open and shut, followed by footsteps coming toward my door. I turn around and grab Jake’s hand.
    “Quick, you’ve gotta go!” You’ve gotta get outta here,” I whisper.
    He looks at me, a puzzled look quickly replacing the smug satisfied look that had lined his features just a few moments earlier.
    “I think we woke my parents up!” I say motioning for him to get to the window quick. Jake doesn’t need any more incentive. Faster than a cow being prodded with a red-hot branding iron, he pulls his pants up━I don’t even think he zips them up━and runs to the window.
    He opens it up and in one impressive acrobatic move, he vaults over the sill and disappears from view.
    And just like that, all that is left of the Greek God I call Jake in my room is the waft of his masculine musk and the taste of sweet-salty cum on my tongue.
    I quickly close the window behind him and draw the drapes just as the door to my room bursts wide open and my father stands there, glaring me down, his face both mad and worried.
     
    ***
     
    “What the fuck did you just do, Stacey R. Dumas?” The text from Candy reads.
    I smile as I lay on my back in bed and text her back: “I sucked on jake jr. last night...and I even used the “tickling his balls” trick that u told me about!”
    Before I even put the phone down, it’s already dinging. It’s Candy.
    “jake jr.?”
    “that’s what he calls his penis!” I reply.
    “lol. you little slut! I thought u weren’t gonna invite him over!”
    “he texted me first,” I reply.
    “so what happened? detailz! detailz!” She texts back.
    Over the next two hours we text back and forth and I tell her all about him orgasming and cuming in my mouth and on my face.
    Then she has to go and run errands with her mom. And since her mom doesn’t like her “glued onto that damn cell phone,” we say our “laterz” and I lie back, reflecting on last night.
    Apart from that small issue of almost getting caught by my parents giving a boy a blowjob inside my room, the night had been one hundred percent perfect.
    But there is a problem.
    Of course there is a problem.
    And that problem is that I want Jake again.
    I want his hands all over me. His penis in my mouth. His lips whispering in my ear and telling me how bad he wants me. It’s like I’m addicted and I just can’t get enough.
     
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