Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95906 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
But it wasn't enough. My own body was demanding its due so I released my grip on Micah's hips and used one hand to push my sweats down enough to free my dick.
As soon as my painfully hard cock cleared the material, I latched my hands back onto Micah's hips and began a steady rhythm of sucking his dick. But I didn't take him over the edge right away. Instead, I teased him until he was bucking up against me, desperate with need. I loved hearing the sound of my name on his lips as he begged me to make him come, but I wanted to draw it out as long as I could.
I hated that there was still a small part of my brain that was telling me that come morning, this would all be over and we’d be back to where we’d been. I needed to make sure that Micah wouldn't be able to forget how perfect this was.
How perfect we were together.
But even more, I wanted him to know that what those men had done to him hadn’t defined him. I wanted him to see that he was more than a body to be used or a mind to be fucked with. I wanted him to see himself the way I did.
So I drew out every bit of pleasure I could give Micah until we were both sweating and my own body felt like it was going to explode.
Micah’s thick dick had my mouth stretched wide and tears were streaming from my eyes as my gag reflex began to kick in. But all I did was take him deeper and suck on him harder. I began grinding my hips against the bed, seeking relief for my own erection. I was so close that I knew I wasn't going to need any kind of additional stimulation, so I focused on timing it so I wouldn't be far behind Micah when he went over. But just like when I’d taken him up against that tree, something seemed to be holding Micah back. He kept begging me to send him over, but it was like there was some kind of wall in his head that wouldn't let him go. His entire body was shaking violently as he continued to thrust into my mouth. With any other man, I would've stimulated another part of his body to send him over, but I knew Micah wasn't ready for that so I gently released his dick.
“No! Con, please don't stop!” Micah shouted.
I quickly moved up his body and kissed him hard. His fingers dug into my shoulders as he returned the kiss. He was nearly in tears. I knew it was a combination of many things. Thwarted desire, confusion, fear… it likely ran the gamut in his head.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he began saying over and over again. I kissed him to silence him and then pulled my mouth back enough that there were mere millimeters separating us. His cock was heavy against mine, but I didn't grind against him as I was tempted to do. I knew I could likely get him off that way, but I was more worried about getting him past whatever was in his head.
“Open your eyes, baby,” I whispered because I knew that was a big part of the problem. “Look at me.”
Micah shook his head.
“Please, sweetheart, open your eyes. I need you to see me.”
Something about my words seemed to work because his eyes fluttered open. He immediately pulled in a deep breath and then another.
“I'm sorry,” he said more calmly this time.
I shook my head. “Nothing to be sorry for,” I returned and then I brushed my mouth over his. He was still hard as a rock beneath me, but the tremors in his body had eased somewhat. “Where did you go?” I asked.
Micah just shook his head.
“Do you want to stop?” I asked.
Micah shook his head again. “No, please, Con, I want to be with you.”
I nodded and said, “Keep your eyes on me.” I made it an order, albeit a gentle one. I took my time working my way back down Micah's body. I was in tune to every sound and move he made, but this time I kept my eyes on him the whole time, never once breaking that connection with him. Even when I drew his cock into my mouth, I watched him. I reveled in the way his eyes glazed over and his mouth opened on a soft gasp as I began to suck on him. The second he started to close his eyes, I released him and ordered him to keep them open.
The command seemed to ratchet up Micah’s desire but I didn’t see any sign of fear. It took very little time to get him back to riding the edge of release. I never took my eyes off of him. I never lost that connection that he so needed—the one that helped him remember who it was that was touching him, cherishing him.