Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
I push away any negative thoughts about what I’m doing, because it feels so fucking good to suck him in, taste the saltiness of skin, and the heat of his arousal. On one hand, I’m serving him, giving him pleasure, but only an idiot wouldn’t see that I’m in charge of him now. The most sensitive part of his body is inside me. It gives me such a thrill I lower my head, testing how much of him I can take.
As it turns out, not much, and as his cock hits my gag reflex, my eyes water as I struggle not to embarrass myself by coughing like a maniac. One of his hands tightens on the cushion, and his body hardens under my touch, but he remains motionless, stroking my hair when I withdraw to even out my breathing.
“Fuck… this… your mouth feels so fucking good around my dick,” Road whispers. “Look at me.”
Before I can think about bucking against the request, I just do it. I let my gaze trail up his powerful body, over the stiff nipples poking at his T-shirt, over this stubbly throat, over the mouth which maybe I shouldn’t be denying, and settle on his dark brown eyes.
I must look obscene with half his dick in my mouth, lips stretched over the substantial girth. But he stares at me like I’m God’s gift to him. Eyelids lowered, mouth a little open, breathing hard through that crooked nose I find so hot. I swear some pre-cum drizzled onto my tongue when our eyes met, and I swallow, trembling as the saltiness of his essence rolls down my throat.
Road takes a deep breath, eyes trained on mine when I tighten my lips and once again lower my head, sucking his shaft in. I’ve imagined doing this with a faceless male body so many times, but now that it’s happening, I drink up each and every gasp coming from Road, every touch he’s rewarding me with. He knows who I am. He could use this moment to humiliate me, but when I once again choke, he instead takes my hand and leads it to his cock.
“You look so damn fine,” he tells me when I tighten my fingers and pull them up the thick tool, until they meet my lips.
Sparks of excitement erupt on my shoulders and then all the way down my back. I do think I’m quite hot, but hearing it from another man, the guy I’m pleasuring, the guy I want to desire me? My chest feels so full.
I make a little groan to express that. Sucking him harder feels easier than words with a man like Road, a man I shouldn’t be with in the first place. I roll my tongue over the underside of his dick, exploring every inch. When it jerks inside my mouth, I tremble with arousal.
That’s it. I need my cock out, so I fumble with one hand, because I don’t want to let go of Road’s thick tool.
He gasps, and the hand that so far rested on the sofa climbs my arm, heating it with its touch. “Fuck. Yes. Take your dick out. I want you to jerk off while you suck on me like it’s a lollipop.”
The feral part of me wants to argue with him, but what’s the point? It’s already my favorite dick that’s not mine. I struggle with the belt buckle, so I do end up taking my hand off him. I’ve never pushed my jeans down faster. It’s both a relief and a thrill, because I don’t miss the way his gaze travels over my shoulder for a glimpse of my ass.
And I did all that still sucking on his cockhead, because I don’t want to stop. I can taste how horny he is for me and that makes me painfully hard. As soon as I wrap my hand around my own dick, I’m about to put the other on his, but I’m too greedy for all of him. I slide my fingers to his balls as I lower my head again, taking him as far as my gag reflex allows.
He mumbles my name, not Blue Eyes, the nickname he’s given me, but my actual name, and my balls tighten when I hear it in his gravelly voice. Road is my enemy, but I also can’t deny that he’s a real stud, and that I want him to have me. I want him to leave my hideout obsessed with me, and as I hollow my cheeks, rubbing my tongue against his smooth cockhead, I stroke myself faster.
I’m probably not the best head he’s ever had, but I’m gonna make up for that with enthusiasm. But also? Fuck it. This is for me. Because I love to feel his dick in my mouth. I love the taste of his pre-cum, even though it’s kinda bitter, and I love that he looks at me as if I’m a juicy steak, and he—a man who’s hungered for days.