Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
When he finally reached my nipples, I expected him to skim over them or bypass them completely. I couldn't have been more wrong. Owen’s final destination might have been my cock, but he wasn’t going to rush getting there.
He nibbled and licked and sucked until I was a rambling mess. Every touch went straight to my cock and with each arch and plea it made the tail move again. Incredible. Erotic. Maddening. I was going to burst into flames if he kept up the loving, teasing assault much longer.
“Please, Master!” He couldn’t leave me like that, hard and aching and full but not full enough. His tongue flicked against my hip bone, and he looked up at me, his eyes wicked as he slowly toyed with the tail plug. I gasped, bucking hard, and I didn’t recognize the sounds that were coming out of my mouth. They were needy, wanton in a way I couldn’t remember ever hearing from my own lips.
He didn’t make me keep begging, but I would have if he’d wanted me to. I’d have said anything, done anything, just to feel his lips on me and get relief from the fire that blazed inside of me.
His mouth was on my cock before I could blink again, and the feeling of it alone threatened to send me over the edge. His tongue was shockingly hot as it slid along the underside, as he took me past his lips with practiced ease. One hand stayed on that plug, slowly pumping it in and out of me, while the other gripped my ass cheek to hold me still.
I was dizzy, the sensations overwhelming me, and I was afraid I’d come before he even did more than drag his tongue along my erection. Owen kept teasing me, though, not letting me spill over the edge — spill into his mouth — and the motions of that plug grew increasingly insistent, increasingly comfortable and hot as the pleasure built and built. The head of my cock touched the back of his throat, and he swallowed around me… and I couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of his throat around me and the plug against my prostate, the knowledge that he was so completely and utterly devoted to me and me alone, had me soaring high.
I made one sound after another, not even caring what I looked like or sounded like. All I cared about was him and the way my hips lifted as he took me even deeper. The sensation of him drinking down every drop of what spilled from my cock — never letting up, not even once — and the plug rubbing inside of me left me with stars dancing across my vision.
When he finally pulled off me and let the pleasure fade, I sank back against the bed and just looked at him as he rose off my body. His lips were slightly swollen, and his gaze never left my face.
“Do you want to go on, Adri, or do you want to wait for another night?” He leaned down to kiss me tenderly, his arms braced beside my head. “We have all the time in the world, and I’ll wait as long as it takes for you to be ready.”
It was sweet and loving, and not what I wanted at all. “If you stop now, I might die.” Owen barked out a laugh, clearly enjoying the idea of tormenting me some more. “Are you sure? I could start kissing you again. I think I promised you kisses earlier, but I never said anything about your mouth, did I?”
He reached down and gave the tail a little tug, making my back bow off the bed. “Owen! Please!”
“Please what, Adri? What do you want?” That wicked voice sent shivers up my spine. “You. Please make love to me. I love you, Owen, please.” I could have kept going, begging and pleading for more but he either took pity on me or was too turned on to keep the torment up any longer.
“Well, since you’ve asked so nicely.” Even as he started stripping off his clothes, he made me the center of his world. Shirt, pants, it didn't take long for him to be beautifully naked. Owen reached down for the tail again, not trying to tease my almost over-sensitive hole that time, but easing the plug out of me. The empty feeling made me want to curl into him but before I could move, he was reaching for the lube he’d tossed on the bed earlier.
It seemed to take an eternity for him to coat his cock with the lube, to see it glisten and know it was going to be buried inside of me — that I was going to be the first person he’d ever gone bare with. I was desperate to know what it would feel like, and I scrambled to get into a better position as he set the lube aside again.