Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
The show-off that he is, my friend hauls me in even deeper, then deeper still, and my hips jerk and my cock throbs in the warmth of his mouth. “Yes . . . show me how you can take all of me. Show me now,” I demand, and he does, oh hell, does he ever.
I can feel him relax his throat, open more, let me sink farther, till I am all the way. Oh yes, my dick has disappeared into the unholy paradise of Owen’s delicious mouth, and the sight of him swallowing me whole makes my legs shake.
Groaning, I run my hands through his hair as pleasure radiates into every damn cell. My dick is having the best time ever getting to know his wicked mouth, and still, I want more.
“Yes, get closer to me,” I tell Owen, and he does as told, taking me and having me and holding me deep.
My body twitches with pleasure as Owen sucks hard on the length of me, adoring my shaft with his tongue, drawing me deep with those lips, then reaching out to grab my ass with both hands.
Squeezing me.
Urging me with his palms to fuck his face.
I shudder, my breath coming hard and fast as the need to pump takes over.
Still, I want to make sure he can handle a good face-fucking.
It’s only polite, after all. And good manners in bed go a long way.
I ease out, rubbing the head across his lips. He moans eagerly, licking me.
“You’re incredible,” I say, curling my other hand tighter through his thick, lush hair. “And I really want to fuck your mouth. But only if you’re into that.”
“I’m so into that,” Owen says, all husky and eager as he licks the crown like I’m a piece of candy, then he brings me back home.
I clasp his head tight, my palms coiling around his skull.
Then, I go to town on his decadent mouth, driving my cock between his lips as he sucks and slurps. His noises spur me on, the wet smacks, the gasping breaths, the moans.
One hand lets go of my ass, but he keeps another curled hard around me, jerking me deeper, letting me know not only can he take it, but he wants to.
I keep Owen in place, snapping my hips as lust rockets hard and fast through my body. My balls constrict, and a blinding wave of pleasure slams into me. I can barely come up for air—it feels so damn good what he’s doing to me. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I half beg, half order. And my God, he takes orders so damn well, sucking with greedy abandon, with wild fervor.
As the promise of bliss ricochets through me, my gaze swings down and I unleash a wild groan. Owen’s unzipped his jeans, shoved his hand in his briefs, and he’s stroking his cock. His gorgeous, thick, hard cock that I want to have all to myself.
“Save it for me. Don’t come, baby. Want to taste you,” I rasp out.
He nods, squeezing his dick, then letting go to pull me farther into his mouth. When I slide all the way in again, ecstasy takes over, blasting through each cell in my body as I come so damn hard down my best friend’s throat.
And Owen takes every last drop.
I pant and gasp for air, but I don’t let go of his hair. It feels right in my hands. It feels good between my fingers.
He feels amazing here with me.
And I don’t think we have a friendship pact anymore, and I’m not sure I want to go back there.
14
OWEN
My head is dizzy.
My whole body is a live wire.
I’m not sure I can stand, since I’m still buzzing from touching River for the first time, from bringing him the pleasure I’ve been dreaming of. But I want to get up, since I need to kiss him again. Do more. Do everything.
I push up on my feet, but before I can rise, River is down on the floor, his spent dick out, his hands on my face, clasping me.
“You are incredible,” he says, and it sounds like he’s glowing—maybe it’s good radiation from the orgasm I just gave him. “Just incredible.”
Not gonna lie—the praise lights me up. I’m such a praise junkie. It turns me on to bring pleasure, to be told I made a guy feel amazing. It thrills me more to give than to receive.
I half expect River to kiss me right now, because that’s my favorite thing to do after a blow job. But instead, his mouth pays a visit to my throat, kissing me there. “I don’t even know what you did to me, Owen. That was insane,” he says, lavishing kisses all along my neck, my Adam’s apple, like he’s cherishing where his dick was minutes ago. “Your throat is like magic. Did you find a lamp somewhere and make a wish with a genie to have no gag reflex?”