Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
I close my hand around Rick’s shaft, and he literally gasps. Yes, this man who looks like he can kick all the ass, who has never been surprised about anything in his life, draws in a surprised gulp of air.
“Jesus, Aspen, no, I—”
I lean forward and guide him to my lips. He’s salty and soaked like I’m soaked. He’s the hardest thing I’ve ever felt and held, and he’s like velvet. Cocks look kind of weird, I guess, but they’re actually very ingeniously constructed.
If I’m being honest, this kind of thing has always seemed a little bit demeaning. It’s a position that I couldn’t understand why anyone would like to be in. The guy has all the power. It’s lowering to be on your knees like this. It takes a lot of trust. I guess there are so many images out there where this is exactly that, but what’s happening right now is nothing like that. I do not feel demeaned in the least.
I want this. I want this so fucking badly that it seems like the most beautiful, natural thing in the world. Taking Rick into my mouth is what I want. I want to make him feel good, but it makes me feel good too. I’m basically going into full-on detonation mode between my legs. I like everything about this. The taste of him, the way he feels when I stroke him with my hand, the sounds he makes, and how his body moves against me as I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock. I love that when I look up, his head is angled sideways, and his eyes are closed. He looks like he’s focused and concentrating. Actually, he looks like he’s meditating, but I can see beneath the outer calm. I feel the tremble that races through his whole body as he holds himself back. He’s still, and he doesn’t work my mouth. Instead, he lets me taste him the way I want to. He lets me be in charge of his pleasure.
I like that he doesn’t make a noise, but his breathing becomes raw. It sounds like his lungs are being scraped against a cheese grater, minus how much that would hurt. He has to throw a hand up against the wall as though he would stumble if he didn’t.
His fingers flex and uncurl and flex up again. I watch everything before I close my eyes and take him deeper. I still work him with my hand, but I want more of him. I don’t want him to pull back or pull away, even if he’s going to lose control. The tremor is now trembling. His hips slowly move, just a bare minimum, but it feels like everything.
It feels so right when his fingers find a handhold in my hair. I steady him in return with a hand on his hip. I curl my fingers into his perfect, rock-hard butt cheek the same way I did a few nights ago on the stairs. It was life or death then. It was him going into a head-on freefall, and I was the only one holding him back. But this is a different freefall. This one is safe. I’m not here to hold him back. I’m here to help him lose control.
I should probably go slow because I’m not very experienced with this, but I don’t want to go slow. I want his whole dick in my mouth, as far as it will go, and I want it now. I want his saltiness on my tongue. I want him losing control, fucking my mouth, grabbing my hair. I want the kinds of sounds torn from his throat that tell me he’s going to lose it.
“Holy dick, Aspen,” Rick hisses.
Yeah, holy dick. That’s about right. But I don’t want that to be it. I use my other hand to stroke his balls before I cup them. He jerks, nearly bending in half, and I feel the wild shudder that rips through him.
“Holy blinking balls,” he rasps.
Blinking balls? Is that what they feel like for him? Like they’re doing Christmas light things, flashing on and off? That must hurt. I should make it better.
I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to ever stop. I want to keep pleasing him like this for…for a good amount of time.
I keep up with caressing his balls and doing whatever I can with my mouth. I take him as deep as possible and then pull back, using my tongue in tandem to lick around him. I don’t think I’m very good at this, but the way his hips start to thrust into my face says otherwise. He starts making noises like a cow stuck in the muck would make, and oh my holy package, I like it.
I’m down here, enjoying this more than if it were me being touched and teased and tasted.