Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“What did you have in mind?” I ask.
Even with the direction our talk is going, I’m stunned when she sinks to her knees in front of me. I nearly drop the pizza when her fingers work at the button and open the top of my jeans. When she starts to pull my zipper down, I set the box on the nearest table.
Somehow, I wasn’t expecting this, at least not so soon, and I’m almost tempted to stop her — our dinner just arrived, after all — but I’m not an idiot.
“Would this work, since I don’t have any money to pay you?” she asks, stroking her hand over the bulge that’s suddenly straining against my underwear.
Yes, yes, yes, I want to tell her, but I somehow stick to my part. “I guess. That might work.”
“I could make you come,” she says, giving my dick a firm squeeze.
I draw in a breath through clenched teeth. Our silly roleplay is over. It’s just me and her, her hand and my cock.
She pushes my pants and briefs a couple of inches down my hips. When my cock is on the verge of springing free, she slides her fingers under the elastic band and wraps them around my erection.
“Oh, you’re big,” she says, bringing me out, stroking over my hard length. “Wow.”
More blood rushes downward, and my cock swells further in response to her touch and her praise.
“I don’t know how much of your meat I’m going to be able to fit in my mouth.”
I bark out a laugh, a small release of the sensations that are quickly building. To be honest, I’d have been happy with a handjob, but she plans to take me in her mouth. I need to keep my shit together.
She looks up at me with her big green eyes, and I could practically lose it at the sight of her beautiful face so close to my hard cock. I’ve had plenty of blowjobs, but there’s just something about this woman that threatens to do me in.
Her hands slide over my length, exploring, weighing, tracing, squeezing. “You have a really nice cock,” she says, and she no longer sounds like she’s playing a character. Her compliment is sincere, and she looks impressed.
“Thanks,” I say, chuckling, easing a bit more of the tension. It’s all so good. Too good. And I need to pace myself.
I hadn’t dared to touch her yet, but now I slide my fingers into her hair, pushing it back before I cup the edge of her jaw. Her mouth is going to feel so good.
My thumb slides over her bottom lip and she parts for me. Her eyes on mine, she looks obedient, ready for me to take the lead.
I press my finger into her mouth and her tongue darts out to lick the tip. I push in deeper and she sucks on it. Oh fuck, she’s going to be good.
All the while, she continues to stroke my cock, her soft hands like silk wrapped around me.
“Take me in your mouth,” I tell her, pulling my finger free. Her tongue slides across her upper lip, and her eyes stay fixed on mine as she opens her lips and wraps them around my dick.
A breath whooshes out of me. Heat and wetness surround me, and I suddenly need to be inside this woman, though I have to wait. I am absolutely going to go at her pace, at least for now.
Inside her mouth, her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, and her lips stretch to take me deeper.
I stroke her cheek and focus on various points — her hair, her nose, her shoulder — because looking into her eyes and watching the beautiful sight of her lips around my cock would be too intense at the moment. “Suck my cock. Make me come,” I tell her as I search for inner strength.
Lorraine wraps one of her hands around the base and holds on tight as her mouth starts to work on me. I love hooking up with older women for many reasons, one being that they’re experienced.
Her head bobs back and forth on my cock, and every stroke feels so good. I cup the back of her head gently and start to push toward her as she develops a rhythm, fucking her mouth as she sucks on me.
With her free hand, she tickles the inside of my thigh and then — oh shit, she cups my balls, holding them with all of the tenderness they require, gently stroking — oh shit. “I’m gonna come,” I grunt out.
It was already a runaway train situation, but when I see that she’s not taking her mouth off of me, my orgasm comes barreling at me with even more force.
I grab at a fistful of her hair as everything in me stiffens. I get one last view of her gorgeous face looking up at me, and then my eyes squeeze shut as release washes over me. I come in her mouth, pulse after pulse, and she takes it all, holding tight to my hip, squeezing my flesh as if she’s experiencing it too.