Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I start to panic as my breath begins to run low, but it feels like an age before he finally pulls me back, and I gasp air as I watch his cock quiver in front of my face, swollen, red. How close was he?
My fingers squeeze around the base, and I lean forward, lapping at the tip, listening to him groan. “What are the tattoos for?” I ask.
He draws a quick breath, then strokes his fingers into my hair, gently massaging my head. “I told you I had problems at school?”
“And then went into the marines.” I swirl my tongue over his red, swollen head, then take it just a little inside my mouth. Part of me wants him to fill my mouth with his seed, but another part wants to see him hold back. “Yes.”
“Right. Well, there’s a reason the marines and special forces didn’t work for me. By then I was already hooked.”
“Hooked?” I glance up and see the darkness in his eyes. The hurt and pain are clear, and I can’t any longer continue with my ministrations. I stand up and wrap my arms around his neck. “Drugs?”
He nods. “Cocaine.”
“What does this have to do with the tattoos?”
“The drugs almost killed me. I was in a really low place, willing to do anything to get my next fix. They were killing me from the outside and I was doing it to myself inside.”
I put my lips to his mouth, aware that I must still taste of him but he doesn’t seem to care. “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “I can’t even imagine how bad things must have been for you to need that.”
“I wasn’t always like this. Discipline wasn’t something anyone had ever been able to give me, and I sure as hell didn’t give it to myself.” He draws a breath through his nose, then shakes his head. “I never thought I’d get hooked. Just a little to take the edge off the moment, that was what I was looking for.”
I kiss him hard and he pulls me in close. I feel his hardness bumping at that special spot between my legs, and I want him. I lift myself up against him, and he presses me into the wall, moving his hips so that his cock brushes against my pussy through the friction of my panties. I gasp at the feel of it, and move with him, lifting myself against his massive strength, mouth open in a silent “o” as I feel the pressure begin to build all over again.
“But I got clean,” he says. “More than ten years ago. Each one of those years has been a blessing, a year I had no right to expect. That’s what the tattoos are about.”
Max points to a swirl of color near his wrist. Looking closely, I can see now that it’s a birthday cake.
“That was the first year I was clean. I hadn’t seen my mom in three years, but I got to go to her birthday party. We reconnected, she told me she loved me and that she was sorry she hadn’t been better to me growing up.” He laughs, shaking his head, then leans his forehead against mine. “As if she wasn’t the best mom in the world. I told her that she had nothing to apologize for, that I loved her, and that memory was the one in my head when I went to the tattoo parlor.”
“So the… Oh, god…” I lose my train of thought as the head of his cock presses into my mound, finding my clit and sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. “Oh…”
His hand slides down between us, but I barely register it as a wave of liquid heat spills from me. I vaguely feel his fingers dipping inside my panties, a fingertip swirling my swollen button before pulling the fabric covering me aside.
“The…the tattoos are about that?” I manage, and he nods against me, the head of his cock inching inside.
“Each tattoo represents something I never would have had if I’d continued down that path.” He takes my mouth with his, teeth clashing as our bodies move together, slick with sweat. “Something I’m grateful for, something to remind me why I can’t go back there.”
There are tears in my eyes as I cup his face with my hand. “My parents…”
I suppress a sob and turn my face away from his, then feel him drag me back, and he presses his lips to mine, wiping away a tear from my cheek with his thumb.
“Tell me, baby.” His cock presses in gently, but I moan with pain and pleasure, more liquid spilling from me in an attempt to ease his passage. “Tell me, please.”
“I don’t want to ruin the moment,” I say, shaking my head, and he laughs on a grunt.