Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
It felt so good to have my lips against his cock, my fingers deep in him as I teased his nipple with my other hand, feeling his body vibrating with pleasure as he shot.
And tasting him… I almost feel guilty that, of all the meals he’s made me, this one was the best.
I started off in his chair, feeling so in control, but now I’m hunched over, like a monster devouring his cum; although, he doesn’t seem to mind. He watches me as I thumb my chin and slide it into my mouth, savoring the last drop.
“No. You kept insisting I was straight.”
I’ve never been so happy to be so fucking wrong.
My mind’s spinning, my cock stiff as a brick.
“Did you want to get off?” he asks.
Of course he would ask. So fucking considerate. So fucking kind. So fucking Leif.
“I’m glad I didn’t bust my nut while I was doing that.” Because I was getting close. “You don’t mind?” I ask.
He’s the one who suggested it, so why am I asking for permission?
Maybe I’m waiting for him to realize we made a horrible mistake and tell me to get the fuck out of his house.
“Do I look like I mind?” he asks with a chuckle.
I rise back up, unfastening my belt, when I realize I’m still wearing my jacket. That’s probably why I’m sweating like a motherfucker. I unzip it and tear it off, discarding it on the chair before dropping my pants and my underwear.
He sits up, his eyes fixed on my cock.
“And here I thought you were asking selflessly,” I say, “but you only wanted to see my dick.”
“Can’t I want both?” he asks with an adorable laugh, before adding, “That’s very big.”
“You surprised that a guy who’s five-four can have a cock like this?”
He chuckles again, his face turning red.
“Really? I just had three fingers in you and that’s what makes you blush?”
But, fuck, I love that I made him blush.
For once, I’m not the most awkward guy in the room.
I lean over to the nightstand and snatch the lube. I’m about to squirt some for my cock, but I hesitate. “Unless you wanted to try something else new? See what it feels like between those beautiful lips?”
There’s a flash of something I haven’t seen when we started messing around: worry.
“Forget I said that.”
“No, maybe.”
“Nope.” And I already have lube on my cock, stroking. “If you want to do something with my dick, there’s not gonna be any hesitation. You gotta beg for it.”
“You get very bossy when you’re horny.”
“So I’ve been told.” He watches me jerk my cock. “God, that’s such a tight hole. Thank you for letting me have it.”
“You’re welcome.”
Thinking about sticking my dick in there is enough to make my hips rock, and a jolt of energy rushes through my pelvis.
“Do you want to come on me?” he asks, his expression full of curiosity.
“What did I say?”
“Please come on me, Zane,” he says quickly, like he thinks I’ll take the offer off the table as fast as when he was too uneasy to tell me he wanted my cock in his mouth.
I snicker. “That’s much better. Where do you want me?”
“Where do you want it?”
“On that pretty face.”
And now he’s wearing a big grin. I feel like we want the same thing.
“Close your eyes. I don’t want to get any in them.”
He relaxes on his side, propping himself up on his elbow and closing his eyes.
I walk, my jeans still locked around my ankles as my knees hit the side of his mattress.
Seeing him so eager to have me on him sends another ripple of energy shooting through me, and I growl as my cum bursts out in ropes across his cheek, a little shooting onto his nose.
“Yes, just like that. Just like that,” I say as my hips rock and I release the last bit of cum on him.
“Fuck yes,” he whispers, and as I come down, sensations bursting through me in waves, he opens his eyes, gazing at me with a satisfied expression.
“Thank you,” I tell him.
“Thank you.”
“Now that was hot, but let’s get that off your face,” I say.
I walk with my jeans still around my ankles to the bathroom for a towel. After we clean up, Leif slides back into his jeans. Doesn’t even go for his shirt, which suits me fine.
“I think you definitely gave Kyra something new to look at,” I tease.
He glances at her cage. “Oh fuck. I could have at least covered her.” He plops down at the foot of his bed.
“Why are you sitting down? I came over here under the impression I was getting fed.”
“And I fed you.” Oh, the way he’s smiling, he fucking loves how clever that was, and I’m living for it.
He must be able to tell that now that I’m coming down from my climax, I’m ten times hungrier than when I arrived because he hops up and heads for the door. We go downstairs and he preps plates for us, still shirtless as he serves me a bowl with salad.