Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
“I want to suck you. Please,” I whispered, bending to lick one nipple, then the other.
Sean moaned my name, letting me explore his massive pecs. He had the perfect amount of chest hair, in my opinion. Just enough to run my fingers through as I sucked on his nipple. He was right. It was better to go slow this time around. I wanted to explore every inch of him. Every contoured muscle and rippling ab. He was huge and sexy and all man.
He stilled my hands again just as I was about to unzip his trousers.
“No. On the bed. Spread your legs and show yourself to me,” he commanded, inclining his head meaningfully.
His tone brooked no argument. I mean, I could have told him to fuck off and fuck me already, but I didn’t want to. He’d shifted the dynamics and started a game he probably sensed I’d have a tough time resisting.
So, I obeyed.
I pushed the duvet to the end of the mattress and lay in the middle, then reached for the lube.
“Not yet.”
I glanced up and swallowed hard as he undid the buttons on his cuffs and slid his shirt off. A shirtless Sean was a thing of beauty. My hand went straight to my dick. I stroked myself with a firm grip, squeezing precum from my tip.
“Listen to me, Johnny. Open your legs. Hold your knees and let me see your sweet spot. That’s it. Good boy,” he growled.
Good boy? What the fuck? Okay, now was a good time to tell him to dial back the domineering routine and get over here already. But I lost the ability to speak or form coherent sentences when he finally unzipped his suit pants and pushed them down his long legs. He made sure he had my attention before hooking his fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs.
Gah. I was dying. I willed that bit of cotton to disappear. I wanted his cock. No…I needed it.
“Hurry up,” I groaned.
Sean shook his head. “Tsk, tsk. No begging. Pour a touch of lube on your middle finger. Just a little.”
“Aren’t you going to take your boxers off?”
He adjusted the monster bulge in his boxer briefs with a sly grin. “Patience, Johnny. Lube.”
I rolled my eyes as I uncapped the bottle and slicked my fingers. “Now what?”
He climbed onto the bed, between my legs, then lifted my left knee. “Put your finger on your hole.”
“Like this?” I lowered my hand, grazing my fingers over the sensitive skin in a small circular motion.
Sean nodded, flattening his palm against my shaft and teasing my slit with the pad of his thumb. “Very nice view. So fucking pretty.”
I basked in his praise. Every hum of “good job” and “so sweet” lit me up like a fucking Christmas tree. In no time, I was fucking myself with a single digit, waiting for the green light to add another. Nah, I didn’t feel like waiting. I slipped a second finger inside and immediately got my ass spanked.
I pulled my fingers out and propped myself on my elbows, furrowing my brow indignantly. Before I could protest, he was on his stomach and his tongue was inside me.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I chanted, falling back on the pillow.
He licked and stabbed at my puckered entrance, brushing his scruffy jaw against my inner thigh as he worked me over. When he rolled his tongue over my balls and reached for my cock, I cried out. It was sensory overload at its finest. Nothing for me to do but relax and enjoy.
So, I did.
Sean scooted forward on his knees and bent over, twirling the tip of his tongue around my dick before swallowing my length. I pushed my fingers through his hair and whimpered nonsensical shit I hoped he didn’t remember. You know… “So hot, so good, suck me, baby.” Yeah, I called him “baby.” Embarrassing, but I didn’t have it in me to be cool.
He seemed to know exactly what to do and how far to push my limits. I didn’t even have to ask him to put his fingers in my ass. He knew what I wanted. He released my cock with a noisy pop, then sucked two digits, making sure my gaze was locked on his when he pushed them inside me…one at a time.
“How does that feel?” he purred.
“So good.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
He added lube and another digit, slowly twisting them until he was sure I’d adjusted. Then he reached for my cock again, stroking me while he finger-fucked me in earnest.
“I think you’re ready for me.” He pulled his fingers away, yanked his boxer briefs off, and grabbed the condom. I watched him under hooded eyelids as he rolled the latex on. He bent to kiss the inside of my thigh, my belly button, and my chin before pressing a sweet kiss at the corner of my mouth.