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)
He wants dick so bad. Denying it to him should be illegal.
I don’t even attempt to keep standing and collapse to my knees, back in the icy water. This was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and I want to hold on to him until I’m off my high.
“You’re perfect…”
Face dripping with cum, and he still grins at me, all flushed and happy. “Maybe you want a kiss now?” he teases and leans in for a quick lick.
I’m like a dog tugged by its leash and follow the fiery touch. My lips meet his swollen mouth, tongue diving into the wet heat tasting of his own sweetness but also my cum, and I groan, holding him close, so he can’t even dream of escaping me.
Did he really think a bit of spunk was gonna stop me?
I half-expect pushback by now, but he melts in my arms. Hands against my chest, lips opening to me despite hesitation, and when I pull him in tighter, his stiff cock against my skin is the cherry on top of this delicious dessert.
His tongue explores mine, more confident by the second, in a hot wet dance I want to enjoy for hours on end. I had no idea how much I’ve been missing this. Any kisses I’ve had before are just pale imitations of the real thing, because this… this is perfect. Like tasting real butter after a lifetime of eating margarine.
My head’s floating, and only the weight in my arms keeps me from leaving the ground as our teeth clash in a desperate, deep kiss.
If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.
He wraps his arms around my neck, and I want more, more, more. I feel like a silly teen making out with his crush for the first time. Only in my younger days, I never got to do this with the person I wanted. It feels like a culmination of my forbidden fantasies.
I haven’t noticed that in my eagerness, I’ve tilted Clyde back too much until it’s too late, and we lose balance.
But even as we topple into the water, I don’t let go of him, and I don’t stop kissing him.
The devil couldn’t stop me with a red-hot pitchfork.
Chapter 16
Clyde
It was supposed to be a joke. I never thought he’d take me up on the kiss when my lips were stained with cum.
But he did.
And I gave in, because it feels good. Because I’m as hungry for it as he is, and I can’t deny it. I tried to play it cool, keep him at arm’s length, but it’s too late now.
My back hits the cool surface, I’m underwater, and I don’t even care to save myself, because my breath is between our lips.
The kiss is so physical, all tongue, teeth, cum, and hot saliva. Deep down though, I know he wants to eat me alive and I want to let him.
I grab his arms, greedy to feel the strong muscles of his biceps. He holds my face as if afraid I’ll slip out of his grasp, but I made my choice and I don’t regret it.
I just hope we don’t drown in knee-deep water, because that would be a really stupid way to go.
‘You’re perfect’, drifts through my head as I close my eyes. It makes such warmth spread in my chest. I don’t need approval from someone like Road. And yet it’s so flattering to receive it, to be this revered. The way he looked at me when he said that could quench my desire for recognition for a lifetime.
I’m not perfect.
I’m not even good.
But for a moment, he made me believe that about myself.
That’s enough.
Road gasps into my lips, pulling me close, until I’m tucked against his chest. Circles spread from us in the cold water, as if we’re the epicenter of an earthquake. Everything I believed in is shattered, but somehow I’m still here, still being held and kissed, my stiff dick poking Road’s muscular thigh. It only reminds me of how hot it was to give him head, watch him jerk off right over me.
“C’mere,” he rasps and grabs my shoulders, twisting me around until his torso touches my shoulder blades. As our kiss breaks, I’m overwhelmed by the amount of air flooding my lungs, but then he grabs my jaw and claims my lips again, forcing me to twist my head back.
I don’t have it in me to reject this anymore. It feels too damn exhilarating to be with a man like him. He’s all scruff, and tattoos, and strength, and I can’t get enough of it.
I return the kiss, reaching back to stroke his hips and thighs. I may have had a lot of whiskey, but it’s him I’m drunk on. And even though his body presses into me from the back, I don’t feel like it’s some sneaky way for him to overpower me and fuck me. Maybe I trust him too much already. Then again, I did give him one of my biggest secrets.