Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130924 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 436(@300wpm)
Because I want to take from him.
I lean in and I kiss him.
He doesn’t kiss me back, but it doesn’t matter.
His lips are surprisingly cool to touch, but still soft, and the scratch of his mustache against my bare upper lip sends a lightning bolt direct to my cock, my balls rising up, a fire stoked inside me.
Ray sputters against my lips, one hand trying to pry my grip off his throat, the other on my chest, trying to push me off him.
I relinquish. Drop my hand and stand back.
“What is wrong with you?” Ray says to me, his eyes wild, mouth parted, panting, and fuck if that doesn’t arouse me like nothing else. “Is this my punishment?”
I give him a faint smile. I can still feel his mustache against my skin.
“If you want it to be,” I say. “I—”
But before I can finish my sentence he reaches forward and grabs my face.
He kisses me.
And I feel the air leave my lungs.
I whimper against him, the feel of his tongue against mine, the opening of himself to me, like a blooming flower, and I realize if this is sinning, then I’ll gladly be called a sinner.
He moans, his sounds a tonic to my soul, and then he’s dropping to his knees in front of me. His movements are unsure and frantic, and my heart is galloping like a stallion and I can’t believe my eyes, can’t believe what’s happening, what’s about to happen.
He reaches up and stares at me with those pretty eyes.
“Please,” he says through a gasp, reaching up for my trousers, and it rattles me to my core.
Please is such a simple word until someone says it on their knees.
It feels like a whole new world has opened up to me.
I help him out, undoing the buttons of my fly, and take my cock out. The sight of it, long and rigid, thick-veined and molten-hot in my palm, with this man’s handsome face beneath it, makes me feel like I’m going to release right here and now. Already I can see the pearls of my arousal on the flared tip and I swallow hard, wanting to rub it on his tongue, wanting him to taste it, to taste me.
I don’t know if Ray has any experience with this, with men. I don’t even know if he truly wants this, if he’s giving me what he thinks I want in order to avoid further punishment, but I don’t care.
I don’t care.
“Open up, handsome,” I say to him, making a fist in his soft hair.
Ray’s mouth parts just in time as I shove his head forward. He makes a choking sound, but I keep him in place with a firm grip. His bottom teeth graze over my frenulum, and I hiss at the bracing mix of pleasure and pain, but then he starts to suck and lick and my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck, your mouth is hot, so wet,” I swear. “Keep going, don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
I keep Ray’s head moving ,and he’s reaching up, grabbing the base of my cock, tugging gently at my sack and I’m dying on my feet. This is heaven and hell all wrapped up into one.
“You’re doing so well, Ray,” I encourage him, my voice hoarse, sounding like it belongs to someone else. Even Marie never did this with me, said it was unclean.
To hell with clean; I aspire to be filthy.
“Yes,” I hiss as he works me deeper into his throat. “Yes, suck me dry until you’re drowning in it.”
His response is muffled, and I stand there, hips thrusting, and I watch as he takes me and I’ve never felt more powerful in all my life. It doesn’t matter what happened in the minutes before this or what happens in the minutes after this, I…
My orgasm takes me by surprise, without warning.
“Jesus!” I swear through a clenched jaw as my balls draw up, thighs so tense that the muscles ache, and I’m letting out a low guttural moan that echoes throughout the house. I come, pulsing, jerking inside Ray’s mouth, and I open my eyes to watch his Adam’s apple move as he swallows me, the most beautiful sight.
Then, when I’m finally finished, I release my cramped hand from his hair and he wipes his mouth, panting for breath.
And then he looks toward the door.
And with a chilling sensation I realize we aren’t alone.
I follow his line of sight.
Marie is standing by the door, staring at us with an open mouth.
She must have walked in and we had been so lost to our lust that we hadn’t even noticed.
For a moment I think maybe I don’t have to leave her. Maybe we don’t have to get divorced. Maybe we can just become this, three of us learning to share, taking turns.