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

me up before the smoke even hits the inside of my mouth. Whatever it is, this marijuana joint is much more enjoyable than the last time around.
    He leans in toward me and whispers in my ear, “You like that?”
    Still gurgling the smoke inside my mouth, all I can do is nod, at the same time realizing how much I enjoy his lips whispering into my ear. Doesn’t matter what he says, either, so long as he’s whispering something.
    Before he got over here, I’d promised myself that only one thing was going to happen today as far as sex was concerned.
    And that thing was a blowjob.
    Nothing more.
    Since we’d already done it before, it wasn’t such a big deal now.
    I mean, I’d blow him. No big deal. But what I wasn’t going to do was have sex with him or even invite him to sleep over.
    So as I now exhale and let the weed smoke run out through my nostrils, I feel good about my stance.
    I feel as if I’m sure that I can succeed in my stated goal despite how fucking sexy he looks right about now.
     
    ***
     
    Fifteen minutes later, we’re both high as kites and belting out to Britney Spears songs as they play from my iPod.
    Jake stands up and while pretending to hold a non-existent microphone moves to the center of the bedroom, belts a note waaaaay out of tune then rips his shirt off, exposing his well defined muscular body.
    Fuuuuuck!
    In my buzzed state, he looks like a chicken burrito ready to eat and all I want to do is wolf him down. Run my hands through those washboard abs. Feel his pecs and maybe even put my tongue in there, somewhere.
    But somewhere deep inside me and through the muddled haze, I remember the promise I made to myself.
    No sex with this boy .
    But that’s going to prove to be quite a challenge as he now drops his pants.
    And will you look at this!
    Lo and behold...the boy isn't wearing any underwear!
    Staring straight at me, looking as if ready to jump up and devour me, his tallywhacker is up and looking furious.
    And I mean up.
    All I can think of is, “I want you in my mouth and inside me.”
    Apparently he can read minds, this boy Jake, because next thing I know, he’s standing in front of me where I’m sitting on the bed and shoving his manhood into my mouth.
    I take him in my hands as I gobble him up.
    His penis squirts a little. Pre-cum, I guess, but fuck it tastes so damn good.
    And I’ll tell you what, he definitely tastes better than a chicken-fucking-burrito.
    Deep inside me I can feel my loins stirring as I lick him up and down the length of his shaft. He starts moaning and grinding against my mouth.
    Fuck! I want him and I’m not talking about a blowjob either.
    He moans even louder and grabs my head, pushes himself even deeper into my mouth. My panties are soaking wet by now and all I can think of is his penis deep inside me while he fucks me hard.
    Fucks me hard?
    WTF Stacey? What else you want next? For the boy to give you a massage? Light a candle? Feed you strawberries after?
    Actually that does sound pretty damn good.
    Almost as good as his penis in mouth.
    I’m deeply confused and conflicted on what to do. But apparently my body isn’t. It knows exactly what it wants.
    I say this because my panties are now soaking wet. My vagina is throbbing, pulsating actually, and I really, really, want him to rub my clit. Just put his hand down there and make me cum right here and now.
    What the fuck am I going to do?
     
    ***
     
    Suddenly he pulls himself out of my mouth and backs off.
    I look at him, confused. Did I bite him? Did I suck on him too hard? What?
    “Go put on your cheerleader outfit,” he now commands.
    Cheerleading uniform? WTF? I haven’t had that thing on in a couple months, at least. And the last time I had it on, I was actually still cheerleading back in high school.
    But a word, I say not.
    Instead, I obediently stand up and trot over to the big closet, where I store all my clothes, in the corner of the room and start hunting for the darn thing. It’s a shiny red