Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I manage to hold back, threading my fingers through his hair that could probably use a bit of a cut, but that’s none of my business. I tighten my hold in the strands, push past his lips. I’m careful not to jab my dick too hard, but I definitely thrust my hips, taking his mouth the way I’ve only ever dreamed about doing to someone…but then, have I dreamed about it? I don’t know. It’s like something about tonight has opened this hidden door inside me I never knew was there, where I hook up with a random stranger and tell him I want to fuck his face while in the office of the bar at the Seattle Rockwell.
I’ve thought it earlier tonight, but I can’t help thinking it again, how fucking freeing this all is.
Rylan takes me like the dick-sucking champ he is. I watch for signs that it’s too much, but all I see is lust in his eyes, his hand on his fat cock that will soon be buried in my throat. It’s that thought, along with the skilled suction of his mouth and the way he’s letting me ride his face like a bull rider, that has my balls drawing up, a kaleidoscope of color exploding in my vision, body floating on nothing but pleasure, jet after jet of cum pulling from my balls and into his mouth.
Rylan swallows it all down enthusiastically, like I have magic-tasting cum, which is a cool thought. Magic cum? I don’t know what this man is doing to me, but tonight is the first day of the new me, the slutty and dominant me, and somehow, I know I picked the perfect person for my introduction.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rylan
I swirl my tongue around the head of Harry’s cock, then flick his slit, hoping to get any and all remnants of his load. I love how enthusiastic he got at the end—well, the whole time, really, but specifically toward the end—telling me he wanted to fuck my face, pupils blown wide and mouth falling slightly open afterward as if he was shocked the words had come from him. I don’t even know the guy, and honestly, I was blown away and a whole lot turned on too.
“Part of me wants to take a nap…or maybe die…die in a good way. Is that possible? Ignore me. I actually really want to suck your cock.”
“I was going to get my feelings hurt if you didn’t.”
“Stand up,” he says, then grins as if proud of himself.
I can’t help chuckling as I push to my feet.
Harry tries to lead me backward, I assume to the couch, but my joggers are around my knees and I stumble slightly, and then he does too because his pants are around his ankles.
“I didn’t think this through very well,” he admits.
“We can make it work.” I tug off my shoes and my bottoms, then take his hand as he waddles with me, trying to walk right with his pants wrapped around him. “What do you want to do with me now?” I ask. I’m not typically one to take the back seat when I’m having sex. I like to be a little bossy, and I always know what I want, but I can tell this is important to him, want him to be able to explore whatever it is he’s trying to work through tonight. I’m honored to be the one who gets to do it with him.
“Sit down.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why are you doing this?” Not for the first time, his brows draw together.
“Because it’s hot as fuck? Look at my dick. I’m dying to sink into that sexy mouth of yours.”
He rolls his eyes.
“I’m serious.”
“You’re not sitting.”
“You’re enjoying this bossy thing.” I do as he says, legs spread, leather sticking to my ass. I scoot forward so my ass hangs off a bit and he can easily get to my nuts. I’m a ball man, what can I say?
Harry tries to kneel, but it’s a little off-balance with his ankles tied up.
“Damn it. I’m ruining this.” He shakes his head, cheeks pink, looking flustered.
“No, you’re not. I’m hard as stone over here. You’re doing just fine. Take off your clothes.”
“I’m supposed to be the one calling the shots tonight.”
“We can take turns,” I reply, then change tack. “Will you take off your clothes, please?”
“Are you sure you’re real?”
I bark out another laugh. Something about him makes me want to do nothing but alternate between laughing, smiling, and wanting to come. “Why don’t you come down here and suck my cock to see?”
“Oh God.” He visibly shudders, then rips off his shoes, pants, and underwear, and kneels between my legs. With a tentative hand, he grips my cock, slides it upward, then back down again. “I wish I had lube…” His gaze snaps to mine, determination clear in his expression. “But then I can just get it wet with my mouth, can’t I? Lick and suck your big cock until you’re spilling down my throat.”