Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
“OH FUCK!” I gasp, my eyes widening with a strange mix of shock and pleasure.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
“Alright, alright,” I say, scrambling to get to my knees while the balls circle each other, massaging my too-sensitive walls. The movement has my hips jolting, and I have to take slow, deep breaths to try and bring my body back down to earth. But as I see Izaac stride toward me with his hand at the button of his jeans, suddenly nothing else matters.
Am I about to do what I think I’m about to do? The very thing that I’ve dreamed about since the moment I learned what it was?
He slowly releases the button of his jeans, opening the top just enough to slip his hand inside. My mouth waters, following the movement as he fists that massive cock, slowly working up and down. “You’re gonna take me in your mouth, Aspen. And you’re not going to stop until I’ve emptied myself inside your sweet mouth. Is that understood?”
I swallow hard and nod, unable to find a single word worth saying out loud.
With that, Izaac pushes his jeans down over his hips and past his strong thighs before the rest of the denim drops to the ground. I don’t even notice how he gets rid of them. My attention remains solely focused on the way he grips his thick cock, his big hand barely able to fit around himself as the shine of his piercing catches in the dim light.
I’d never thought I’d see him like this, let alone looking at me like that at the same time. It’s the beginning of every sex dream I’ve ever had, and damn it, those dreams are going to be a tough act to follow, but judging by my first night in this very room, Izaac has absolutely nothing to worry about.
He strides toward me, and with every step, his stare seems to get darker. His fist slowly moves up and down his thick cock, and I start to panic about how the hell I’m supposed to take all of that in my mouth without literally dying. But hell, if anyone is up for the challenge, it’s me.
Izaac moves right in front of me, and with his free hand, he grips the bottom of my chin, gently lifting as his gaze sails across my face. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, inhaling deeply. “You smell that, Birdy? That’s the sweet scent of your arousal. You’re dripping, aren’t you?”
My tongue darts out across my bottom lip as I silently nod.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
I shake my head, my heart pounding a million miles an hour.
“It’s okay. We’ll fix that,” he says. “But first, you’re gonna taste me. Open wide, Birdy.”
A wave of nervousness rockets through me, terrified that I won’t be good enough. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done this plenty of times, and the guys I’ve been with have always seemed to appreciate my efforts, but I didn’t care about them the way I care for Izaac. I want to please him. I want to be the best he’s ever had, and anything else simply won’t do.
After wetting my lips, I open my mouth, welcoming him in as my gaze remains locked on his. It’s strangely intimate, and when his pierced tip finally brushes against my lips, I have to look away, unable to handle it.
Izaac steps in even closer as I close my mouth around his thick cock, immediately feeling his piercing at the back of my throat, but due to the sheer size of him, I wrap my fingers around his base, holding him still.
His hand circles around the back of my hair. He has control of my movements but allows me to continue as I please, getting a feel for how I move and groaning with appreciation. His hips jolt, and undeniable joy blasts through my chest at the sheer knowledge that he’s enjoying himself.
Physically incapable of taking his whole length in my mouth, I add my other hand, working my fists up and down as my cheeks hollow out, sucking hard and circling his tip with my tongue, getting the most devilish satisfaction out of the feel of his piercing on my tongue.
“That’s right, Birdy. Two hands,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “Just like that.”
I’ve never felt so damn good, and when Izaac clenches his jaw and trembles, I know without a doubt that nothing in this world would ever be better than this moment. Only, I’ve never been so wrong because when I pick up my pace and force his tip past my gag reflex, I’m rewarded by the sweetest vibration of the balls deep inside of me.
I gasp around his cock, my gaze shooting up to his in surprise, my hips jolting as I clench around the balls. “Don’t even think about coming,” he warns me. “This is my turn.”