Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I momentarily sat there, stunned.
“Umm,” I said, looking down at my dress. “No.”
My breasts were hanging out, and they were all rosy and beard burned.
My dress was still hiked up past my hips, and I could see my wetness coating his hand as he continued to fuck me with his fingers.
“I don’t either,” he said, sounding disappointed.
I looked around the room, seeing the tons and tons of gifts that Jubilee had gotten, grinning maniacally when my eyes caught on the pleasure bouquet that someone had bought for her.
“Oh!” I pointed across the room. “There!”
I was so excited that I jumped up, moaning slightly when his fingers left me.
He watched me move across the room, and I could practically feel his gaze burning into me as I walked. When I got to the bouquet, I pulled off two condoms and twirled around. When my eyes went back to him, it was to see him sucking my juices off of each of his fingers.
One by one.
Holy shit.
I swallowed hard and started back for him, this time not going to his lap but dropping down to my knees.
My hands went to each of his knees and I looked up at him as he stilled.
“I want to suck your cock,” I told him.
He leaned his head back and groaned.
“I’m worked up, baby,” he said. “You can put the condom on me…you can even give me a small lick so I slide right up inside of you to the hilt…but you’re not sucking me. Not today. I’d blow in twenty seconds, and I want to be inside of you so bad that I can barely breathe.”
His words had me flushing.
“Okay,” I said shakily, so out of my element that I didn’t know what to do first.
Seeing my worry, he leaned back all the way and then unbuckled and unzipped his jeans. Moments later he pushed his underwear down past his cock and then groaned when the monster popped free.
Good God almighty.
His penis was a monster. Truly, it was big. The biggest that I’d ever seen.
And I’d seen quite a few on the porn that I’d watched.
I mean, Jesus Christ, I did that shit for a living.
There was no way in hell I hadn’t seen large ones.
But Castiel’s?
Holy hell was he big.
I licked my suddenly dry lips and stared, causing him to laugh lightly.
I looked at the condoms that’d been sitting on the couch beside his muscled thigh, then back to his cock. I did this three times before he laughed and reached for the condom.
“It’ll fit, honey,” he promised.
I must’ve given him a skeptical look because he ripped the condom open with his teeth and rested the rolled up condom at the tip of that big cock of his.
“Do you want to roll it down?” he asked.
I hadn’t touched it yet.
The idea definitely had merit, but I was worried if I touched it, I might lose my nerve.
“No,” I said, my eyes focused intently on him. “I’ll just watch.”
His eyes stayed on me as he slowly started to work the condom down over his cock.
He was right.
It did fit.
And I was honestly in awe. I didn’t think it would.
Granted, it didn’t go all the way down to the base, but it went down far enough that I was fairly sure it would still do its job.
I couldn’t stop myself from lifting a single finger and running it down from the tip to base.
He shuddered and held out his hands for me. “Get up here.”
I leaned forward and allowed him to pull me up, coming face to face with his dark, expressive eyes.
They felt like they were on fire.
I’d looked at his eyes before, of course.
But this up close and personal, I could see the striations. I could see that his eyes weren’t all the way brown or all the way green. Honestly, I wouldn’t even consider them hazel. They looked more like an oil slick in the parking lot, left behind by an old truck on the gravel. Black, brown, green, and even a slight hint of purplish blue. His eyes went lighter the closer you got to the pupil, lightening so significantly that I was surprised that I’d not seen the difference before.
Then again, I usually tried to avoid eye contact of any kind with the man.
I was kicking myself at this point for not paying closer attention.
Then again, had I seen these eyes I might not have been able to keep my desire for the man locked away like I probably should have.
“What are you staring at?” he rasped, his eyes traveling over my face.
He wasn’t pushing me to hop on his cock. He also was being incredibly careful with me.
I loved him for that.
Loved him.
Holy shit.
I really did.
And now I was really freaking out.
I couldn’t love him!
Loving Castiel would be bad. Bad for my health. Bad for my state of mind. Bad for my heart.