Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
He writhes like he’s trying to push my face farther between his legs and makes a guttural sound I can’t decipher. He’s either frustrated and wants more or is doing his best to restrain himself.
Perhaps it’s both.
And as much as I’d love to keep at it so I could work it out, I need inside him.
With my fingers well and truly slippery, I move my lips up to his balls and suck one in my mouth while I press my index finger against his hole.
He relaxes, and it’s easy to push in to the first knuckle before his ass clamps down around my finger.
He needs more distraction, then.
I lean over him and grip his cock, guiding it to my mouth. I feel him watching, can sense that heated stare on me, but I’m too busy concentrating to pay him attention. He can lie back and enjoy the show.
There’s no faster way to get a guy ready than to bring my A-game blowjob skills while pegging their prostate with my fingers. He just has to open up enough for me to get there.
I suck him down and hum around his hard dick, and my finger moves inside him a little more.
“I can take it,” he breathes. “Give me more.” His hips move, taking me deeper, and when I hit his prostate, his body takes over.
He becomes this oversexed fiend. He thrusts up into my mouth and down on my finger. I add another finger, and he adjusts quickly. When I get to three, his large hand grips my hair to keep me in place. I’ve blown him before, but not like this.
Not where he’s fucking my mouth while fucking himself on my fingers.
Kole quickly becomes frantic, and even though I want to glance up and watch him, I can barely keep pace with him.
Until his long, low moan breaks my concentration, and I slip. My gaze flicks up, and the sight of him with his lips parted, his ashy hair falling across his forehead, and his eyes an intense hazel that are locked on mine … it has my cock leaking.
I can taste precum from him too. Salty and heady.
It’s tempting to swallow him all and keep going until he comes down my throat because I know from experience he tastes so good, but I want all of him tonight, and I want him now.
I pull off his cock with a wet pop but don’t stop fingering him.
His eyes are glazed. “I’m ready. Shit.” He throws his head back, and the tendons in his neck stick out as he grits his teeth. “Fuck me before this is all over.”
Yes.
I stand, my cock already sheathed and lubed up, ready to go.
The hotel beds are lower than ideal, so I tap Kole’s leg to get him to shuffle up a bit. I climb on top of him and then kneel between his widened thighs.
I run my hand down his chest and lower, toward where his cock points upward to his belly button. His surprisingly thick thighs rest over mine, and I drink in the amazing sight.
Then, I reach for my cock, guiding it toward his slick hole, and slowly push inside.
Kole lets out a loud, concentrated breath but accepts me easily.
The pressure surrounding my cock is insane, and I’m two seconds away from embarrassing myself.
Kole’s skin flushes. His chest rises and falls in rapid bursts, and as I push in further, I try to look for signs that it’s too much or he needs to adjust, but all that happens is he breaks out into a lazy smile.
“You don’t have to be scared you’ll hurt me. I’ve taken a dick or two in my day.”
That instinctual growl that came out when Hipster Boy asked to see Kole this weekend reappears. “We’re not talking about that while I’m inside you.”
“What, that I’ve been with other guys? Worried you won’t compare? Getting a little stage fright?” The fucker smirks, and I thrust harder, hitting his prostate.
It’s hard to be smug when you’re shuddering in pleasure.
“I know you’re taunting me to get me to move faster, but if I do that right now, I really will worry about how I compare when I’ll be a two-pump chump.”
Kole reaches for me, cupping my face. “Aww, if that happens, you can blow me instead. I’m generous like that.”
I snort. “So generous. But give me a sec, and then I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing out on with your no-jocks rule.”
“Promises, promises,” he whispers and then leans up to kiss me. His hand moves behind my head and grips my hair tight, holding me to him.
His mouth is demanding—it’s distracting—and before I know it, I’m moving in and out of him, breathing him in, and savoring the sensation of being inside him.
Kole breaks his mouth away and tilts his head back, exposing his neck. I lick a path from his collarbone to his jaw. “I need more,” he pants.