Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
I love how my pants push on the underside of his chin, trapping him for me as he swallows, lost in his own world, as if anything beyond the space between my thighs ceased to exist.
“I want to see you like this every day, calming yourself down by sucking on my dick. Your tongue was made to lick my balls and gather my cum,” I rasp, gently thrusting as our eyes meet.
He’s such a stunner. Such an absolute hottie. I can’t believe I get to touch him, and he wants to make me his… well whatever the title might be, I’ll be important.
He’s unsure and experimental in the way he sucks on my cockhead, but oh so enthusiastic. I’m more than happy to be his plaything another time and indulge in the adoration in his eyes, but now that I got the green light, I want to fuck him. I want him moaning my name when he finds out how good it feels to have his prostate stroked. I want to hold his lithe body against me when he comes and feel him shiver, ass pulsing on my dick and milking it.
I chuckle at the disappointment and longing on his face when I pull my cock out of his mouth. I still tease his bottom lip with the tip. “What are you made for?” I ask, stroking his silvery hair.
“F-for licking your cock,” he whispers.
I nod. “Damn right. But also for stroking it,” I tell him and curl his fingers around my saliva-damp shaft before pushing in and out of his fist with a gleeful grin. “And for taking it up your tight little ass. You want it so much you can’t wait a day longer.”
Sylvan touches himself absentmindedly, so I stop him with a gesture, because I don’t want my virgin boy to blow his load too early. His chest is moving so fast already, his pink nipples like two stiff peaks.
“Is that bad? It’s so glorious, I find it hard to think about much else.” He leans forward to kiss the tip of my dick, and this time it’s me who needs to be out of his soft hand if I want to come deep inside him instead of now.
I laugh and descend his body, kissing his face, his neck, his lovely pale chest. I bite his nipples until he’s gasping for air. “It’s you who said it’s unlawful, or something. But I want it now. I want you now. I would have had you in a back alley behind Best Burgers Bonanza if you let me,” I whisper as I soothe him with my tongue and find the lube in my pocket. Now, my pants are useless, so I kick them off and continue my journey down, rubbing my stubbly face over creamy flesh.
Sylvan starts gasping when my face gets closer to his cock, but I’m not taking any risks, so I just blow air over his shaft and suck on the flesh of his thigh.
“Please…” he once again moans out that unspecified request and spreads his thighs wider for me. His fingers roam over my shoulders, so I take off my hoodie. I want to feel him wherever he decides to touch me.
He’s so pale against the dark leather. Like the moon against the night sky.
I will tear this moon down and eat it as if it’s a meringue.
“I promise you’ll be satisfied or I’ll die trying,” I tell him and squeeze a large dollop of lube into my hand before grabbing his leg and placing it on my shoulder. Sylvan gasps, watching me as I bend him in half, but then my slick hand touches his opening, and his eyelids flutter as if they were dancing butterflies.
Yeah, I can be a poet. Sometimes. Can’t help myself with someone as pretty as him.
Other times, I can be a dirty-mouthed fuck, if that’s what my boy needs.
“That’s one pretty pink hole. You’ve not even fingered yourself?” I tease as I slide a finger inside him, and oh, how deliciously the muscles tense around me. He’s a sight to behold spread open like this. He must have the best ass I’ve ever seen. A soft, round little peach I loved eating.
“No,” he gasps when I fuck him open with my thick finger.
I don’t even know where to look because that dick hungry hole is my personal porn, but his face getting redder by the second is worthwhile competition. He’s bent in half, ass available to me however I want it.
“But you still know this is what you want, don’t you? A man taking control and getting what he’s owed? Getting off inside you?” I rasp and watch him nod. “Like you’re not a prince but some servant kept for pleasure, available whenever I need to come. Mouth, ass, wherever I like. I might just come over these lovely nipples. What do you think?”