Dominate me by Julia Romush (best e reader for epub TXT) 📗

Probably, if I were not in such an excited state, I would perceive it all differently. But this man knew perfectly well when and what to do. He didn't just turn me on when we were in the car. Not just so did not get a discharge. And even now it was in his hand that I was in such a state. 
 
Why? Because when I saw the aroused member right in front of my nose, I was not scared, did not cry and did not even try to bounce. The wave of excitement just rolled harder on me. In the lower abdomen, everything seemed to burn. And I looked at the huge unit not with a frightened look ... but rather with an inquisitive one. 
 
I honestly didn't understand how this thing could fit in my mouth ... and I was even afraid to think about something else. I couldn't even call it a member. A healthy stick. With such a "weapon" you can scare away thieves, not do what Artem wanted now. He ran his fingers through my hair and pulled me closer to my new "friend."

"Take him in your hand." 
 
I closed my eyes and cursed at myself. It was so good while he was silent. And now his voice made my skin goosebumps. 
 
I wrapped my fingers around the huge stick and opened my lips slightly. 
 
Come on, Mia, there's nothing complicated. 
 
 "Just imagine that your finger is slightly swollen" - the inner voice is very untimely connected to our "romantic" pastime.
 
Sliding my tongue over the pink head of the member, I was surprised to find that it was not unpleasant. More precisely, it was not disgusting or horrible. There was no taste. 
 
Closing my lips on the stick, I tried to take it slightly in my mouth, but it seemed that the man was tired of waiting for me to start something, and his hand pushed my head forward sharply and the member went into my mouth, completely filling it. 
 
I realized that I was suffocating and automatically tried to bounce, but it seems that Artem did not like my plan. Leaning his hips forward, he began to have my mouth. 
 
The huge cock was moving with such speed and such hard blows inside me that it seemed to me that I was about to suffocate. When the head of the member rested against the wall of my throat with a new push, I started vomiting spasms. 
 
Twisting my hair into a fist, Artem pulled my head back, and a second later I was able to breathe. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I greedily swallowed air like a fish thrown ashore. But it was too early to rejoice, because "this" was in my mouth again. 
 
This time he immediately went deep, clutching his legs with his hands, I tried to scratch them. I tried to cause him at least some pain to stop this. But he didn't even notice it. Either he didn't feel my attempts to get his attention through the fabric of his pants, or he just spat on it, I tended to the second option. 

As the member began to grow larger, as if to swell, it seemed to me that I went crazy. Was it even possible? It seemed to me that he became even harder. No, he was firm even before, but now it felt like he was petrified, and then I heard a loud roar. And the next second something hot and viscous shot into my throat ...