Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
So maybe his cock in my mouth wouldn’t feel like something I have to endure?
He is beautiful, smells nice, and being here, in his space puts me at ease. I wish I could kiss away the bruise on his face.
There’s still hesitation, worry about what happens if I hate it. But that’s life, isn’t it? If he agreed to let me fuck him but decided he doesn’t like how it feels, I would be fine with it. Disappointed maybe, but there are still so many things we can enjoy. I wouldn’t throw a hissy fit or try to convince him. Would he?
“I can’t reach your dick like this…” Clyde says with a sigh as my lips explore the dip between his pecs. “And I really want to. Four days without it was a struggle.”
“Same,” I mumble, decision made.
The tiles feel hard under my knees, but between the furious heartbeat echoing in my skull and the taste of clean water I’m sampling on my way down, I don’t give a fuck. I moan when his cock glides along the side of my neck, but then I taste it, lips spreading over the smooth head while my tongue makes a gentle dip into the hole at the tip.
“Oh?... Oh!” Clyde’s moan is so delightful it reinforces my decision.
His hand is back on my head, but he doesn’t push, just strokes my buzz cut, and the swirl it makes across my skull sends a jolt down my tongue, to where I explore the clean flavor of his arousal. There’s a hint of salt too, but it’s a pleasant spice I long for rather than a bitterness to ignore.
It’s odd to be in this position, on my knees for another man, but I do want to learn his body by heart. I want to make him feel good. I already love to make him come, so this will be a new way to achieve that.
“Don’t push,” I say, and my voice echoes softly, barely audible over the noise of the falling water, which now feels like additional fingers stroking my head and back as I close my lips around the hard shaft and suck, trying to remember how I like it done.
“Okay,” he whispers, and his fingers slide to my ticklish ear every now and then, stroking me. “Oh fuck…” Clyde moans when I hollow my cheeks and suck harder.
It’s only then that I remember there’s more of him and close my hand around the shaft. A tingling heat gathers inside me, hot yet fleeting as vapor, and I find myself shivering when a salty drop of pre-cum spreads across my tongue. My toes curl, and I bob my head, checking how it would feel to let him in deeper.
His fingers twitch, his stomach grows ever tenser, and I wonder what he looks like. Is he watching me, or are his eyes closed as he imagines whatever porny scenario he finds the hottest? Self-conscious as being in this position makes me, I soon lose the fight with my own fears and exhale, following the waterfall of hard muscle all the way up.
There they are, blue eyes watching me like I’m the center of the universe. Clyde makes little gasps every time I move my head, and the arousal painted all over his face keeps me grounded. I’m making this gorgeous guy lose it. His moans are shameless, and we’re both in our own little world of hot rain and steam that smells of campfire and whiskey.
He likes it.
And so do I.
Something about that realization makes me grab his ass and pull him closer. Clyde smiles. Fucking smiles at being grabbed this way. His dick enters my throat too fast, and I choke on it, but it’s my own damn fault for being too eager.
“I’m so close,” he utters, not even blinking while his cock twitches in my mouth. It’s so fucking hot my own dick is rock-hard, but my hands are too busy with his perfect ass. I won’t push the penetration boundary he’s set, but damn do I enjoy pressing my fingertips into the soft flesh where his ass cheeks meet.
I salivate, as if his dick was the tastiest fucking thing I ever licked, and roll my tongue up and down before sucking on the hard flesh again. I rock my hips as if I’m fucking him. Clyde’s features relax and pleasure takes over. I take him deeper, trying to ignore my gag reflex, because he’s so damn beautiful like this—like a living statue of a demigod I’ve been allowed to touch through some misunderstanding.
He deserves this.
He deserves getting the best head I can give, wet and eager.
I want to make him feel like a king.
My head’s spinning until everything beyond Clyde’s touch is forgotten.
And then he comes. He did warn me, yet somehow it’s still a surprise when his cock throbs and spills cum in my mouth. So fucking hot though. I instinctively pull away, but grab his dick so he doesn’t shoot his load in my eyes.