Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75388 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
His pained groan tells me that no, no he does not. I dip my tongue into the depression of his belly button, tracing it before moving ever downward. I have a very specific destination in mind, and I can tell he’s guessed it by now. If he hasn’t, the fact that I put my hands on his loincloth and tug on the strings should tell him everything.
A couple of pulls on the ties and he comes unwrapped, like it’s my birthday. Leathers fall backward, and then I see his big, delicious, oh-so-ridged cock thrusting into the air. His spur draws my attention, and I drag my fingers over it in a gentle caress before I grip his length in my hand and give him a tug.
Hassen’s head goes back, his fangs bared in a hiss of pure pleasure. I love the sight of that. With a smile, I stroke his cock again and then lower my head to give him a kiss.
He howls my name in response.
I giggle, dragging my lips over the head of his cock, wetting them with the pre-cum that’s sliding down the rounded tip. “I guess you don’t have to worry about being quiet out here, do you? It’s kind of fun to be noisy, isn’t it?” And I lick him, making sure to drag my tongue slowly over the crown.
“Mah-dee,” he pants. “My heart.” He reaches out and caresses my face while I have fun sucking on his cock. “Just when I think you cannot give me more pleasure, you astound me.”
Sweet guy. He hasn’t seen anything yet. I wrap my fingers tight around his length, squeezing, and pull him deep into my mouth. I take as much of him as I can, letting his length slick along my tongue. He goes deep, and his girth feels massive. I loosen my jaw, working him deeper, until he butts against the back of my throat and triggers my gag reflex. I release him, and he groans again, impossibly turned on by my actions. Yeah, I’m probably blowing his mind right about now.
It’s pretty fun, gotta admit.
I take him deep again, sucking hard, and this time I don’t gag. This time, I start to hum ‘The Star-Spangled Banner.’ It’s a trick I learned from a friend when I first started bartending, and she told me all about how wild it made her boyfriend. The humming increases the vibration in your throat and tongue, and it feels really, really good to a guy. Maybe not quite as good as a prostate tickle, but I don’t know if Hassen’s ready for that sort of thing yet.
What I do know is that he likes the humming. His big hand touches my hair and then flexes, pulling back. It’s as if he’s wanting to push down on my head and is afraid of hurting me. I hum louder, working him with as much saliva and hand motions as I possibly can. He’s so big, and the ridges are a little distracting, that it’s hard to take him as deep as I want, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Over and over, I pump him with my mouth, humming that patriotic little tune as I do. I can feel his body tightening as I launch into the climax of the song, but he’s not there with me. Not yet.
So I give the underside of his spur a little tickle. I figure if it’s anything like my nipples, gentle rubbing on the underside will make him as crazy as that sort of thing makes me.
His body jerks. The breath explodes from his lungs, and the hand goes down on the back of my head, holding me on his cock. I lose control of the song, but it doesn’t matter. He lifts his hips, pumping, and then a moment later, my mouth fills with hot jets of come. He shoots so far down my throat that I barely taste it, and I hold still, squeezing the base of his cock to milk him. When I can swallow no more, I jerk back, my mouth flooding with the last of his release, and I cough a little as my throat works.
“Mah-dee,” he pants, a star-struck look in his eyes. I love the way he says my name like this, after he’s come. Like I just made his world all better again, just with my mouth.
I cough-swallow the last of his load, rather ungracefully, but the way he’s gazing at me, he doesn’t care. “Sorry,” I wheeze.
“I should not have come in your mouth,” he says, pulling me down against him and cradling me against his chest. He holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world, and I cuddle up against him and love it.
“That was kind of the plan,” I tease, snuggling closer. “I wanted to make you feel good.”