Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
He is massive, with a lush pink head and thick veins snaking around the shaft. He’s so hard it looks almost painful, and it makes me realize just how much he wants me, just how intense his desire is for me. I’ve never had such a big dick in my mouth before and I don’t know if he is going to fit inside my mouth.
“Are you going to get to work, or was all this a waste like my entire morning has been?”
Smug asshole! I’m tempted deeply to get up and kick him, but as I look down once again at the gorgeous cock and the need to take him is greater than the need to kick him. I want to taste him so bad I can’t think straight. My mouth waters as I think about what I’m about to do.
My lips hover inches from him. I can feel the heat of his skin. His cock, still hard but pulsing with a vulnerability I’ve never seen from him before, catches my gaze.
With my hand resting on his thigh I brace myself and his body tenses. From the corner of my eyes, I catch the way his jaw clenches as I wrap my fingers around the hard shaft. He’s solid and thick, and I can feel every throb in those greenish veins against my palm. The anticipation is building inside me as I lean closer, letting my breath brush against him.
I start slow, my lips barely touching the head of his cock.
His breath hitches. Just for a second, but I know I’ve already got him. His I’m the big I am, macho talk was just that. Talk. He will be jelly in my hands. A thrill runs through me, a sense of power that I haven’t felt in a long time. I stretch my lips, taking him in, feeling the velvet heat glide across my tongue. His taste, salty and musky, floods my senses, and I close my eyes as I sink further down, letting him fill my mouth.
He groans a deep, guttural sound that reverberates through my body. His hand slides into my hair, not pulling, just resting on my scalp as if to ground himself.
“That’s it,” he mutters, his voice rough.
I can’t tell if he’s praising or commanding me. The tension in his body is palpable, and it’s intoxicating to know that I’m the one making him feel this way. I swirl my tongue, slow at first, testing his reaction, and when he moans again, low and deep, I feel a surge of satisfaction.
I pull back, letting my tongue trace the ridge of his head, savoring every moment. His fingers tighten in my hair, and I glance up to meet his eyes, finding them dark with hunger. I pause, my lips still touching him, and his gaze locks with mine. That look makes my stomach flip.
“You’re good at this,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “I hate to think why that is.”
I smile inwardly and let my hand stroke him slowly, teasingly as I take him deeper, my mouth hot and wet around him. His head falls back, and he lets out a long groan.
I quicken my pace, hollowing my cheeks as I move up and down, feeling him slide between my lips. His body is taut with tension, and I know he’s holding back, trying not to let go too soon. I take him further and further into my throat. He swears under his breath, and I feel victorious, like I’ve got him exactly where I want him.
But there’s something else there too—something softer. I slow down, savoring the feeling of him in my mouth and his fingers relax slightly in my hair. I let my eyes drift closed as my tongue swirls like a snake around him.
I pull back just enough to breathe and find him staring at me, his gaze awed. His thumb strokes my cheek, and for a moment, it feels tender, almost affectionate.
“You’re a walking disaster when it comes to selling a house, but that’s one hell of a blowjob technique you’ve got going there,” he says, his voice low and ragged.
I don’t answer. Instead, I slide back down on his cock, while pressing my tongue flat against him and moving a much faster rhythm. I can feel him getting close to going over the edge, simply by the way his grip in my hair tightens and his hips start to move. He’s fucking my mouth.
Instantly, I go faster, my hand moving in time with my mouth, and he lets out a sound that’s half a growl, half a plea. I can feel him throbbing, so close.
“Don’t stop,” he mutters, his voice rough and needy.
I increase my speed until he’s there, his body going rigid, his breath catching in his throat. I feel the pulse of him against my tongue, the way he grips my hair like it’s the only thing keeping him anchored. He calls my name, his voice breaking.