Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Something funny, baby?” Saint asked with a grin. “Ticklish?”
“No, I just imagined what my young, scrawny self would have thought if he knew one day he’d be naked in bed with the big man on campus.”
“Mm, no. That would have been my sister. I was her sidekick—she bossed me around, and I followed her like a puppy.”
I laughed some more. “I can’t picture anyone bossing you around. You’re pretty dominant.”
Saint’s eyes intensified. “That a good or bad thing?”
His fingers trailed down over my breastbone, past my navel, and into the wiry hair at the base of my cock. I sucked in a breath. “Saint,” I gasped as the fingers continued their trajectory. “Good… it’s a very good thing. Please.”
I wasn’t quite sure what I was asking for since my ass was still plenty sore from its debut performance in The Taking of Saint’s Megacock. I’d played with dildos and fingers plenty of times but nothing that big and nothing that pounded into me with the force of a former navy SEAL behind it.
The more I thought about the megacock, the more I realized my mouth had begun to water.
“I want to taste you,” I said in a breathless admission. “Suck you.”
Saint’s lovely luminous gaze met mine. “I don’t like to receive oral sex.”
I stared at him in surprise, the heat of embarrassment beginning to crawl up my neck, when I noticed a twitch in the corner of his lips.
“Asshole!” I cried, smacking at him. “I believed you. Just for that, forget it. I revoke my offer.”
Saint’s chuckle vibrated against my chest as he hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry, but you’re so damned cute. It’s making me feel a little giddy. Forgive me. Maybe I can make it up to you by being the one to go down on you.”
He began to slither down my body, but I stopped him by clamping my legs around his waist.
“Lie back,” I said. “And take your punishment like a man.”
Before sliding off me, he leaned up and kissed me slowly on the lips. I let out a moan at the gentle pace of the kiss and marveled at how someone could be so strong and yet soft at the same time. He was a study in contradiction.
When he was finally on his back with his hands behind his head, I took a moment to drink in his naked form. It was ridiculous, really. How I even had the confidence to be naked in front of a man like this was hard to fathom.
“You have a V,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Who even has that shit in real life?”
“I assure you, it’s a P,” he cracked.
“Shut up.” I traced the iliac furrow from above one hip down to his pelvis and up again. His cock jumped. “It’s the kind of thing you see on marble statues of Apollo. And male models who eat zero carbohydrates. I’ve seen you swallow a giant croissant in one bite.”
I felt my face heat at the admission since the pastry-stalking incident had been the other day on the town square when I’d looked back to see my sister handing over my own pastries to the man.
“What can I say? I have good genes.”
I thought about the Wilde siblings I’d met. They were all stupidly beautiful.
“Truer words,” I murmured, leaning down to take the pearl of precum at the head of his dick onto the tip of my tongue. The salty taste was overshadowed by the shock of having Saint’s cock head against my lips.
His abdominal muscles clenched and rippled, and he sucked in a breath. I teased the smooth skin of his shaft with a light trail of openmouthed kisses before nuzzling my nose into the dark blond nest of curls at the base and inhaling his musky scent. God he smelled incredible.
I was so gay. How could there be anyone on earth who didn’t get off on this smell of a man? Who didn’t want to suck a cock and feel the wrinkled skin of a ball sac tighten up under their fingers in anticipation of making someone come? It was heady stuff, and I took every opportunity to enjoy myself with his sexy body on display for me. To be honest, I was attempting to edge him the way he’d done to me before.
By the fourth time I’d pulled him back from the edge, he was harder than ever and leaking all over his happy trail.
“You’re killing me,” he muttered. “Fuck this, I can’t take it.”
Suddenly I was on my back with Saint’s giant cock hanging over my face and a hot, wet throat inhaling my own erection.
Sixty-nine was my new favorite number.
“Fuck!” I cried. “Oh fuck.”
I tried sucking Saint off while he did the same to me, but I was blowing my load down his throat within seconds, screaming and clenching his butt cheeks with my hands. The top of my skull had flown off, and I was barely able to open my eyes in time to see Saint kneeling over me jacking off frantically until his cum shot all over my chest and shoulder.