Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“I told you—beautiful.” I dipped my tongue in his belly button, then licked over the arc of his hip bones, and he trembled beneath my touch.
“Please,” he whined, but I wasn’t done with him yet.
I nipped at the tender skin where his thigh met his groin, dragged my stubble across it, then buried my nose into his wiry hair, getting a good smell of the soapy, woodsy scent I’d come to appreciate too much.
His cock left sticky beads of precome all over his abdomen, and his stomach trembled when I bent forward to lick off the evidence. I lightly stroked his cock upward, and he growled in frustration, hoping for more.
I hummed from the heady taste of his seed on my tongue as the tips of my fingers followed a path to his nipples again. I squeezed the pebbled nubs just as I engulfed his hot cock in my mouth, and he arched off the mattress. “Oh my fucking God.”
Damn, I hadn’t had that many cocks in my mouth, but his was something special. Long and ample, and I loved how velvety smooth it felt as it stretched my lips. I could feel him shivering as my hand slid down to cup his nuts, which were already heavy and full.
I could tell he was edging along that cliff, so I pulled off, wanting him to hang on for the ride as long as possible. Gripping the underside of his knees, I gently lifted them to his shoulders, careful not to irritate the knee he liked to pretend wasn’t bothering him.
I could see the flush on his cheeks as he reconsidered being so exposed to me, but my greedy gaze could not get enough of his pretty hole. Dark, translucent hair lined the wrinkled rim, and I couldn’t wait to get a taste. If only he’d give me the chance.
“Please tell me I can eat your ass.”
Julian gasped as I bent forward and blew across his hole. “Fuck yes.”
He squirmed as I moved my face closer, then sucked in air as I tenderly kissed his hole. I might never get the chance again to show him how much being with him meant to me. How sacred. Little did he realize how much his trust and vulnerability charmed me to my very core. How much I’d always craved this sort of connection with someone.
“Jesus, it feels so good.”
My mouth swept upward to engulf his sac, and he stifled a deep moan. Moving lower, I licked up and down his crease as his breath stuttered. My tongue circled his rim, soaking the hair with saliva, then teasing him by plunging in the tip.
He gripped the back of his thighs as I went all in, his shaft leaking steadily against his abdomen. His hole was so tight, pinching at my tongue as I poked farther inward, then seesawed out again. He rocked his hips to get closer to my mouth as I tongued-fucked him relentlessly, biting, then licking and prodding as far inside as I could get until he was a sobbing, boneless mess.
I lifted two of my fingers to his lips and groaned as he eagerly sucked them into his mouth, my own balls aching for release. Gently removing my digits, I bent forward to nip at his lips, then lower to his jaw, wishing I could leave a mark.
I loved seeing him all blissed-out like this, with swollen lips and widened pupils and the pretty streaks of color across his chest. I returned to stuffing my tongue inside him as he moaned shamelessly and begged me to fuck him already.
When the tip of my finger joined my tongue, he cursed up a storm. I added a second digit, filling his hole, my mouth once again engulfing his cock, which was hot and stiff and throbbing, providing a mind-blowing rhythm to aid the thrusts of my fingers.
He thrashed and cursed, on the verge of shooting, but I pulled back just in time to roll a condom down my shaft and sloppily apply lube. I lifted my head toward the ceiling and panted, trying to regain control of myself. I wanted to make it last, but it was too damned good.
I lined up my cock and pressed against his softened hole. Leaning forward, I offered a tender kiss. “Still sure about this?”
Our eyes met. This was it. We’d be crossing the line, and I needed to hear him give his consent out loud.
He stretched upward, brushing his lips against my throat, no doubt feeling my pulse beat erratically against his mouth. He feathered kisses across my jaw to my ear, where he nipped the lobe and rumbled, “Fuck me good, cowboy.”
Holy shit, this man would be the death of me. Readjusting my hold, I thrust shallowly at first, making sure he became adjusted to my width as he panted openly, watching me, which was so fucking sexy.