Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
He stroked himself while he stretched me open, issuing a litany of praises and explicit instructions of the “good boy” or “show me that hole, boy” variety. Yes, he called me “boy.” I wasn’t sure what to think of that, but the state of my cock was proof that I didn’t hate it. I smeared precum along my length, tilting my hips to meet his talented fingers when he added a second and the tip of a third. He twisted them slightly and watched for my reaction, studying my body as though he might be tested later.
He pushed me to the edge a few times with the fascinating combination of dirty talk and expert handiwork. And just when I thought I might come, he pulled away and set his sheathed cock at my hole.
My eyes watered in response. I couldn’t help it. He was thick and rock hard. I set my hand on his abs, wordlessly asking him to go slow. He nodded, then bent to kiss me, slipping his tongue between my lips as he inched his way inside. I lifted my hips and rested my feet on his back when he went still.
“I’m okay now. You can move,” I hummed after a few seconds.
“Mmm. I’m not ready. We have to go slow, or I’m not gonna make it.”
I smiled. The idea that a hunk of his caliber might explode after a stroke or two was heady stuff. He’d unknowingly evened the playing field and given me a lovely boost of confidence.
He didn’t let me rest on my laurels for long. He captured my mouth and rocked his hips—slowly at first, then with a bit more power. The steady thrusting motion hit me in just the right spot. I hugged my arms around his neck, clinging to him like Saran wrap as he bucked into me…over and over, moaning in time with the headboard’s incessant tattoo against the wall.
When he lifted himself, bracing his weight on his arms, I gripped my cock and let go. My orgasm was too close. I couldn’t outrun it, and there was no way I was going to stop him now. His glassy-eyed expression indicated he was as far gone as me.
Next thing I knew, his hands were on my shoulders, holding me still while he came apart, roaring like a wild beast. He shivered as he batted my hand away and fisted my cock. He took over, stroking me in a sure, tight grip until my release caught up to me.
Cum shot over my belly and as far north as my left nipple. The scientist in me was tempted to do the math on the arc and trajectory of my ejaculation, but I couldn’t breathe, let alone compute.
I sucked in air like a fish out of water, torn between wanting him to cover me or get off me. He must have read my mind; a moment later, he scooped me in his arms and rolled sideways, his half-hard dick buried in my ass. He smiled sweetly as he straightened my glasses.
“Thanks,” I said lamely.
“You’re welcome.”
I wiggled on his cock. “You’re still hard.”
Rich chuckled. “I stay boned-up for a minute or so afterward. Don’t know why. I’m useless, though. I literally don’t think I can walk right now.”
“Literally? I doubt that’s true.”
“Might be. I’m also pretty sure that was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”
I grinned, inordinately pleased with what was surely a post-sex compliment. I didn’t care at all. I happily basked in the yummy afterglow. There was plenty of time for self-recrimination later. And no doubt, I’d let myself have it tenfold.
But for now…stranger or not, this felt so darn good.
I hiked my leg a little higher on his hip, flinching when he pulled out. “Mmm. Messy.”
“Let me get rid of the condom. I’ll be right back. Want another water?”
“Mine is still in the kitchen, but”—I sat up so fast I gave myself a head rush—“are you going to poison it?”
He laughed. “I’m fresh out of cyanide. How about if I get you a new water bottle?”
I bit my bottom lip. “I hate to waste and plastic is detrimental to the planet, but yes…I accept your offer. For the sake of safety and all that.”
His eyes lit with humor, but he didn’t laugh this time. He simply nodded. “Understood. Hold tight. I’ll grab you a towel too. You got jizz everywhere.”
He was gone in a flash. But true to his word, he returned with a towel and a new water bottle a couple of minutes later. I wiped at the mess on my stomach, then draped part of the towel over my junk and uncapped the bottle. I took a long, satisfying drink and set it on the nightstand.
“Thank you. I’ve never engaged in consensual sex with a complete stranger via an app. This was a pleasant first.”