Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“I’m not,” he protested, a little indignant sound that went straight to my already aching cock. “I like climaxing that way. Rubbing against something while I blow a partner. It’s a rush, trying to hold off my own orgasm while getting the other person there. And I can enjoy oral in a variety of ways, including quiet and sleepy, but if I’m getting to order up my ideal, I like the other person talking. And being in charge of me.”
“Trust me, I’m not the silent type.” We were so going to get along. I fucking loved dirty talk, and Quinn giving me a green light there made my thighs tighten. “And Daddy’s always in charge, not you. You can say red or pinch me if your mouth is full and you need me to back off, but I’m driving.”
“I’m not going to pinch you.”
“You could. And I’d listen.” I took the concept of safe words seriously.
“I appreciate that, but I meant more that you can use my mouth.” Quinn’s voice hitched deliciously around the word use. “It’s unlikely to be too much for me.”
“Mmm. I’ll keep that in mind. You like having your face fucked? Letting me use your throat? You gonna swallow it all down?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he whimpered, and hearing him say it was as much a rush as if he’d been there to touch me.
“Good. I’m tested.” Important info for him to know, but I kept my voice more sexy than factual. “And I love it when you get all cock-hungry to taste me.”
“I am.” His moan was lusty enough that I’d put good money on him touching his cock already. “I want to suck you for a long time. Slow to start. Then faster, let you use my throat, let it get sloppier.”
“Fuck yeah. I like messy, baby. The messier, the better. I wanna see your lips all shiny with my come.” I couldn’t ignore my cock much longer, so I fisted the hard length but kept my grip light. This was too good to end too fast.
“Yes. Oh. You can come on me if you want.” The way Quinn’s breathing sped up said he liked that idea a lot.
“Oh, I want. I’m all about you wearing Daddy’s come. I’m gonna make you so messy.”
He moaned again, softer this time. “I want that.”
“You gonna make a mess too?” I started a slow stroke of my cock. Simply getting to talk like this had me on edge. “You like rubbing on things, huh?”
“Yes. Yes, Daddy.”
“Tell me about you rubbing things, dirty boy.” I loved how Quinn moaned at my words. “What do you like to hump?”
“Um…”
“You can tell me, baby,” I coaxed.
“Anything, really. I’m not that picky. Bed. Pillow. But…I like soft things. Fuzzy things. Feels good on my cock.”
“I’m a fuzzy thing,” I teased, imagining all kinds of fun we could have with sensation play. “But I got you. You can rub on whatever feels best to you. Want you to picture that now, you sucking me while humping whatever gets you hottest.”
“Yes. I’m thinking about that now.” There was a soft slurping sound on his end that made my cock pulse in my hand, that much harder now.
“You sucking your fingers?”
“Uh…yes.” He sounded all sheepish, which made me want to see him even more.
“Damn. Next time we’re doing this as a video chat.” And there sure as hell would be a next time. Quinn was hot as fuck. Once was most definitely not going to be enough.
“Mmph.” Quinn made a noise halfway between a moan and whimper.
“No, no getting embarrassed. You want me to see that, don’t you? You want to watch me stroke while you show me how cock-starved you are.”
“Yes.” He was panting now, and each hitch of his breath got me even hotter.
“Do it again,” I ordered, experimenting with getting a little sterner on him. “Let me hear it.”
The lewd sucking sounds he made had me moaning. “Like that?”
“Good boy. Now use that wet hand on your cock. Make it feel good too.”
“Messy.” He sounded pleased.
“Yeah, and you like that. Want you to get even messier.” My hand sped up. I wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer.
“Yes, Daddy.” Quinn’s voice had the sexiest catch to it each time he called me Daddy.
“That’s it. You’re going to make a big mess while you think about swallowing my load, aren’t you?”
“Yes. I want that. Want to suck you.”
“Mmm. You will. Soon.” I was going to make that happen, even if it took some serious schedule juggling. No way could I wait much longer for the full Quinn experience.
“Please,” he begged.
“You close, baby? Tell me.”
His breathing and the slapping sound of his hand were hot enough, but I wanted him to say it.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m so close.”
“Good. Good boy.” Giving him the praise he craved was so damn easy. “Sometimes I’m gonna make you wait for it. Earn it. But not tonight. I want you to come, but I wanna hear it.”