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 should laugh off his words or roll my eyes, but he’s hit a vulnerable chord inside me. I trust him and I had no idea how much I needed that. A man who would take care of me. Even though I want to keep him safe too, this is about something different. About trusting him with my body. I’ve never been this at ease with anyone.
I nod, all warm inside. It’s a strange mix of fluffy emotions that make me feel like a sap and an intensely physical arousal that has my cock straining against my zipper.
And he is enjoying this moment too, if the speed of his breathing and the bulge at the front of his pants are any indication. My mouth dries when he opens his belt, letting both ends hang loosely while he pulls down the zipper, watching me as if he wanted to feed on my reactions.
“Best birthday party.”
I grin at him, already flushed. “Feels like it’s my birthday. Since there’s a stripper.” I pull a crumpled note out of my pocket and throw it at him.
He laughs when it flutters to the bed, then kicks off his boot and places one foot on the mattress, right next to me. This way, his leg’s resting against my flank, and I’m closer to the open fly, where black cotton beckons me closer. Before I can make up my mind, Road slides his fingers into my hair and nudges me forward, until my nose and lips are buried between the folds of fabric, with the open zipper scratching my face and his scent yanking me by the balls.
All blood drains from my head and I grab his hips with a groan. I love sucking his dick so much that just the invitation to do that makes my whole body throb with lust. Two weeks. Two fucking weeks I’ve had to wait to touch him again.
I press my tongue flat against his cock, still hidden under fabric and moan to tell him how much I want him. I especially love that moment when he comes. Dick twitching, hot and hard, cum spurting into my mouth. He might not want his head pushed, and I respect that, but damn do I enjoy him gripping my hair harder when he makes those last thrusts into my mouth.
“I imagined pushing it inside you,” he tells me in a raw voice, and I rock my hips up when a pang of sensation trails up my cock. “That’s what you want, right? To give me your body?”
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling his jeans and underwear down just enough to see his dick. It’s as perfect as he is. “I… want to feel it… deep in me.” It’s somehow easier to speak about it with my face against his cock. I lose inhibitions when I’m so close to sex, and when he pulls back, taking his erection out of my reach, I let out a disappointed moan.
Road grabs me by the chin and leans in to kiss my mouth. “I think it’s time to unwrap my gift.” With that, he shoves his remaining clothes off, soon standing in front of me naked. I did notice that he pulled something out of his pockets, and a little tube lands on the pillow alongside a single condom.
“You predicted this?” I ask, a little nervous again. It’s so stupid. I’m not nervous about slamming a chair into a guy, but this somehow has my fingers trembling so much I have to grip the sheet.
Road blinks, and for a moment he almost looks self-conscious. “No… I just always have it on me. Just in case.”
“I mean… That’s good. I don’t think spit would do.” I try to turn it into a joke but don’t manage to hold his gaze. He’s the man I want. I know it. This shouldn’t be hard.
“What about this?” Road grabs the rubber. “Do we need it?”
I shake my head. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
I take a deep breath when he straddles me, pushing his fingers in my hair. He’s sitting on my covered erection, and his cock’s poking at my stomach. Having him naked, in my lap, is an overwhelming sensation, his open-mouthed kisses leaving damp spots on the side of my face, on my ear when he whispers. “I want to make you feel good. I’ll open you up nice and slow.”
I breathe faster as I slide my hands up his muscular back. He’s so… big. I’m no shrimp but it feels so good to hug a man like this. I might want to let him inside me, but I also want to hold him.
It’s as though my body reacts to his words of its own accord and my ass clenches. Something I’ve not explored much. But I want to. With Road. It’s reassuring that he promises to take his time with me. I’ve denied myself these fantasies for too long, always wrapped up in a mix of feelings and memories too repulsive to explore.