Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Oh, my God.”
My vision blurred, and my body tingled all over. This had to be the sexiest thing I’d ever done. And if Mitch’s purr of pleasure and the tilt of his hips was any indication, I wasn’t doing a bad job. I held him at the base and licked one side, then the other, before trying to suck a little more. I bobbed my head experimentally as I upped the tempo, jacking my cock in rhythmic unison. He chanted my name and yanked my hair as he writhed over me wantonly. But then he pushed at my forehead until I released him and slid down my chest, panting for air.
“What’s wrong?”
“Everything is perfect, Ev. But I want to try something else.”
He leaned over to grab a condom and a bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer and dropped them next to me. Then he straddled my torso and licked my lips as he stared into my eyes.
“You’re trying to tell me something,” I whispered.
“Yeah. I’m going to suck your cock, and it’s going to drive you crazy.” He swayed his hips enticingly as he bent to flick his tongue over my right nipple and then my left before continuing south. “You’ll want to fuck me and—”
“That might not be possible. I’m gonna fuckin’ explode if you keep that up,” I groaned.
“Try to hang on. I’m worth it.” Mitch flashed a mischievous grin at me and then winked before swallowing me whole.
And damn, he knew what he was doing. Mitch hollowed his cheeks on one side to take as much of me as possible, then alternately sucked and licked while he played with my balls and traced my crack. When I put my hand over his head to keep him in place, he hummed and that was almost the end for me. But he pulled away and reached for the lube and condom.
“What do you want to do now?”
“Do I get choices? ’Cause you gotta know I have no idea what to do,” I said in a huskier than normal tone.
“I don’t believe you.”
“Why not?” I wasn’t sure why I asked. I guess it seemed like something that should bug me.
“I can tell you know what you’re doing. At least a little bit.” He set the condom on my stomach and uncapped the lube. Then he poured the gel into his palm, slathered two fingers on his right hand, and reached back.
“Are you? Wh—where are your fingers?”
“In my ass,” he finished with a smirk.
“That’s what I want. Your ass.”
“Hurry up. Put the condom on.”
I fumbled with the wrapper but finally managed to open it and slide the latex over my impossibly hard cock while he stretched his hole. His lithe movement and unabashed confidence were a heady combination. I held my breath when he reached for a tissue from his nightstand to wipe the lube off. His precum trailed across my lower abdomen. I ran a finger through it and waited for him to look at me before licking it clean.
His eyes took on a sex-hazed expression that let me know he was as strung out as me. For some reason that was the reassurance I needed.
“C’mere. Kiss me,” I commanded.
Mitch propped his hands on either side of my head and sealed his mouth over mine. Our tongues twisted sensuously for a long moment. Then he broke for air and inched backward until my sheathed cock slid against his crack. He held eye contact as he positioned me at his entrance.
He bit his bottom lip as he braced one hand on my chest and then slowly lowered himself onto me. I wished there was a way to float above and watch what we were doing and still experience the sensation of slowly joining our bodies. It was…unreal. Amazing.
He was warm and tight and so unbelievably beautiful. The urge to buck my hips and plunge inside him in one fell swoop was strong, but I paid close attention to his expression and followed his lead. Mitch closed his eyes and winced, then pulled off and tried again. I massaged his thighs and held my breath. This time he didn’t stop until he’d taken every inch of me.
“You’re bigger than I thought,” he said with a laugh.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little. But it’s getting better. Just give me a second. How does it feel to you?”
I opened my mouth and closed it twice. I didn’t have words to describe this, but I had to find them. He should know how incredible he was.
“Perfect,” I whispered reverently. “You look so beautiful. Your hair, your eyes, and you feel tight but not too tight. Just really fucking perfect. I want to tell you I love you right now. Is it too soon?”
Mitch threw his head back and laughed. “You’re an idiot. You don’t love me, but”—he rolled his hips back and forth experimentally—“I’m gonna make you wish you did. Are you ready?”