Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
"Hung like a porn star," I mutter.
"Says the man himself." He reaches toward me. "Pull yours out, too."
"I don't think so. This is my feast. Groom's offering."
"The groom should be offered the other groom's body?" he asks.
"As a token of thanksgiving,” I tell him.
"I'm thinking more like a communion,” he says, looking hungry.
"You're the offering up first, Rayne baby."
I lean over, wrap my mouth around his swollen head, and suck him like a lollipop. Vanny throbs and spurts some pre-cum for me, and I laugh around him at how ready he is. Then I lose myself as I slip into the rhythm of pleasing him. The one I love most. The most beautiful man in the world.
I know just how he likes his balls rolled and his shaft stroked and his cockhead licked and sucked and thumped with my tongue. I know I have to wait to pull him deep into my throat because if I don't, he'll blow too soon; I want to do this as long as I can.
Even though I like to mess with him and act like I'm in charge, I would do anything for this man who's trying not to pull my hair, who slides his fingers into the strands but won't tug unless my mouth is torturing this big dick and he starts to lose all his decorum. My artist—my smiling, kind-hearted, generous artist—has more manners than the whole damn world. He doesn't need money or breeding because he's the only breed. There is no one like Vance Rayne. No one will ever hold my heart like he does.
So I try to tell him that with just my lips and cheeks and tongue. And maybe some teeth sometimes, just teasing the rim of his head.
"Fuck, Luke."
I pull off him for a second, sliding my fist up and down him as he groans like he's close.
"Say it again."
His eyelids lift open, and a small grin twists his lips. "Luke. Skywalker."
I suck his dick back into my mouth, take him deep in my throat, and have to work to avoid choking as my own cock throbs so hard I almost blow in my pants.
Vance comes with a strangled sound and a thick, hot spurt I swallow greedily. Then he opens his eyes, gives me a wicked grin, and grabs me by the collar.
"So you think that you're the only one who gets a taste on our wedding night?" He slams his mouth over mine, coming in hard on a kiss that ends up turning slick and tender. He's nipping my lip and I'm about to come...oh God...and then he laughs—Vance actually laughs at me—and frames my face with his hands.
"You gonna come from just a little kiss, McD?"
I bite his lip—just hard enough to make him yelp, and Rayne groans. "Gonna get me hard again," he mutters.
"Gonna come from just a kiss and blowing that big cock and swallowing that load you gave me.” I laugh, feeling so, so sated.
He captures my mouth again, gliding his tongue in, and I can't help the flush of heat I feel below the belt. His hand is on my nape as he starts sucking my throat—hard enough to sort of hurt.
"You're gonna leave a hickey," I warn.
Rayne laps at my damp skin. "Only got one wedding night, McD. I'm gonna take what's mine."
He pulls my shirt off, and I have a passing thought that someone could drive by and get more pictures of me being a Bad Pastor—but it’s pre-dawn dark and I don't care. Then Rayne’s nibbling at my pecs, biting my nipples—oh God, I'm spilling cum now—and he's licking down my chest.
He rumbles, "Put your seat back." I'm relieved to do so, moving my body away from that hot mouth that's making my cock and balls throb in time with my heartbeat.
Then I'm on my back and Vance is climbing atop me.
"What the..." I laugh softly.
He pushes the seat back further toward the rear of the car and somehow tucks himself into the small space of the passenger’s side floorboard. Then he guides my cock into his mouth and gives a long, deep, slow suck.
"So damn wet for me, my sweet groom." He laps up and down me like he's trying to catch the drips on a popsicle, and I'm coming off the passenger seat, moaning. I'm trying to tug his hair but he has no hair. Dammit.
"Vanny, please..."
He just keeps licking, tongue like molten velvet as it wraps around me and he holds my balls a little too tight, and I'm so far gone even my abs hurt from the mounting tension. I lift my hips, and Vanny laughs and tugs my balls and nudges them aside with his warm knuckles. Then his mouth is popping off me. I hear a rip, and he's lubing his finger.