Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Watch it,” he groused. “Do you know how many people die in—Del!”
The incredulous shout was because I dropped to my knees on his very thick bathmat, and in one seamless glide, took his semi-erect cock down the back of my throat.
“Holy fuck,” he groaned as I sucked and laved, using my teeth carefully, using my tongue sloppily, and making sure his balls were given attention, as well as his taint.
He had to grab hold of the towel bar, which was not your average, flimsy one put in with drywall screws. This one easily took his weight and kept him on his feet.
Once I had my hand around his club of a cock that was now fully hard and leaking, I made the suction powerful, my grip tight, and kept my rhythm steady.
“Del,” he said, my name sounding like a prayer as he tangled his fingers in my hair. “There’s a bed. I have a bed.”
Letting his dick slip out of my mouth, sliding over my lips, the long string of saliva was apparently too tempting not to touch from the way his fingers slipped into my mouth. Immediately, I sucked on them.
“I can’t keep standing.”
Rising fast, I grabbed his hand and a towel hanging on the shower-door bar, then led him back to his bedroom. I spread the towel quickly to cover the quilt so he wouldn’t get it wet, then toppled him back so his feet were on the ground, knees bent over the end of the bed as he parted his legs for me. He looked so good, offering himself as I knelt and swallowed his cock again.
I liked him moaning my name. It was a good sound and got better as I kept sucking, loving the silky feel of him, his taste, drawing the head of his cock further into my mouth.
His fingers returned to my hair, tugging but not hard. Not with any real insistence. “If you keep… Del.”
I knew. That fast, as ready as he was, his orgasm was thrumming under his skin, the yearning, the build nearly too much. He had watched me at first, seen my lips stretch around his cock, but now, he was arching up to meet me, lifting up off the bed at the same time I bore down.
“Fuck,” he swore and came hard, spurting in my mouth.
I gulped around him, drinking him down, not moving as he pushed into me, his hand fisted in my hair so I couldn’t move away.
It took long moments for his eyes to flutter open. “Jesus, that was so rough and hard and perfect,” he whispered, slowly relaxing his back, sliding over my tongue, slipping from my mouth as he lay panting under me.
Quickly, I licked him from balls to head, grinning as he gasped, staring at him, watching his chest rise and fall in rapid succession.
“I wasn’t gentle with you,” he got out between rough breaths.
“No,” I replied with a leer, getting up off the floor, climbing over him, and staring down into his eyes. I licked my lips. “You taste good.”
Lifting his hand, he hooked it around the back of my neck. “You attacked me and I loved it. Del, baby, that was fuckin’ amazing.”
I chuckled, and I could hear how filthy it sounded.
“Oh, please kiss me,” he husked. “Kiss me now.”
Leaning close, hovering, I traced the tip of my tongue over his top lip.
“Come closer.”
“I want all of you,” I rumbled.
“You should see yourself with your eyes barely open and cum on your mouth,” he said, and I could hear the desire in his ragged voice. “You look like you want to eat me.”
I grinned slowly.
“I’m all yours.”
I kissed him deeply then, tasting him, rubbing my tongue over his, sucking it, mauling his mouth, grinding our lips together, sealed tight.
The kisses went on, the desire endless to have him, there, under me, writhing, the hunger building in him evidenced by his arms wrapping around my neck, holding me close, tight against him, not letting me go, kissing me back, his body stirring, needy all over again.
Turning his head, gulping air, he was panting as I gently bit his earlobe and said, “Let me go and roll over.”
His arms fell to his sides, and I lifted off him, watching as he moved like his body was weighted, heavy, before I crawled up the bed to the nightstand and retrieved the lube. It was thicker than I liked for myself, but for his first time, it was great.
“Come up here,” I ordered, and he moved on hands and knees, just as I had, until he reached me.
Shoving his face down into one of the many throw pillows on the bed, I moved behind him, lifted his ass in the air, parted his cheeks, and licked slowly over his hole.
There were loud, guttural words muffled by the soft burlap, and when I did it again, I felt a tremor run through his frame.