Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
The man had continued to hold the base of his cock, but he let go and slid his other hand into my hair. “Are you ready?”
He didn’t give me time to respond as he pushed back into my mouth. I tried to relax and swallow around him. He groaned as he went deeper. He thrust in farther than he had before but still not all the way before releasing the pressure on my head and letting me ease back. I barely had the chance to suck in air before he pulled me down again, hands tightening again in my hair. I could feel the power in him, and I also knew he was holding back. He was going to take what he wanted, but he’d promised not to hurt me as long as I obeyed him, and he was giving me a chance to adjust.
He drove into me again, deeper and deeper, until my lips were stretched tight around him. I couldn’t breathe, and I gagged, but he didn’t let go. Seconds passed before he let me pull back again. I looked up, needing to see him. His pupils were huge, his breathing ragged.
“All of it this time,” he warned.
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
I could do it. I was determined. Something about him made me want to please him. My own stubbornness wasn’t going to let me back down.
He pulled me down again, forcing me all the way. I fought the urge to struggle. I couldn’t breathe. I needed air. If he held me there too long… How would I…
Finally, he let me go. I sucked in air as the world swam around me.
“More,” he demanded. “Show me what you can do on your own.”
I reached for him, intending to wrap my hand around the base and jack him off as I sucked, but he grabbed my hands in his, pressed them to his thighs, and held them down. “No hands.”
I gave him a teasing lick, tracing the vein with the tip of my tongue. He watched me, eyes half-closed and so dark I couldn’t see his pupils. I took him into my mouth then, deeper and deeper, letting him push past the back of my throat. I was so fucking full. What would it be like if he… No, I didn’t let anyone do that.
I took almost all of him before my need for air had me pulling back, then I began sucking him, bobbing my head up and down. His hips lifted, forcing his cock deeper. Before long, I was taking almost his whole length. It felt incredible.
My own cock was hard and throbbing. I wanted to wrap my hand around it, but that was going to have to wait until I was back home in the shitty apartment I shared with four other guys. When I was alone in the shower, I’d let myself think about this man, the feel of him, the things he’d said, and only then would I let myself come.
The man pushed at my shoulders. I let his cock slip from my mouth as he wrapped his hand around it, jerking himself with fierce strokes.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered. Once I did, he gave a rough shout, and I felt his cum hit my cheeks, my lips, my neck. His orgasm went on and on, and I felt as if I were covered in his cum. For the first time ever, I wanted to swipe my tongue over my mouth and taste. I wanted to clean him and myself up so I could drink in as much of him as possible.
3
Remington
I tried to catch my breath as I stared down at Henri. He was smiling, and it wasn’t forced like his earlier smiles, despite his face being covered in my cum. He was still bent down, his back arched and his ass sticking up. I wanted there to be more room in the car so I could easily get behind him and drive into his ass. I doubted I’d need much recovery time. He was quite inspirational, fucking perfect for me. No way in hell would I let him walk away, even if he hadn’t been the only witness to my presence in this part of town. I needed him again.
I pulled the pocket square from my suit coat and wiped his face. It was sacrilege to treat the fine silk like that, but I didn’t have anything else, and I wanted him to open his eyes. I needed to see if he was as affected by what we’d done as I was.
“Look at me,” I ordered when he was mostly clean and my favorite pocket square was destroyed.
He did. His eyes were glazed. He was totally lust drunk, and I loved it.
“Tell me how that felt.”
“I… um…”
“Tell me, Henri.
“I came in my pants.”
He looked down after he said the words, and his cheeks grew even redder.