Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
When my underwear follows, cock springing free, he wraps his mouth around my crown, and I nearly combust. I’m not proud of the loud, “Oh God!” that slips past my lips, but we’re past pretending I’m smooth when it comes to sex. All I want is to come and then taste Rylan’s cock.
He fumbles with my shoes to take them off so I can get out of my jeans, but I just say, “Leave it. Suck me.”
It takes me a moment to realize the words came from me, which sounds silly, but it’s true. I’ve never been vocal during sex, just kinda wait and see what the guy is going to do, but something about Rylan, about this night, gives me a courage I never had. And damned if it doesn’t feel good.
“Fuck.” Rylan moves forward to take me into his mouth.
“Wait!” I rush out, and he immediately stops.
“You want to stop?”
“Oh God no. I just want to see you too.” When he grins, I test out the words. “Take your pants off. I wanna see your cock.” Having sex with someone you’ll never see again is exhilarating as fuck. Plus, he doesn’t know me as the Rockwell heir. I’m Harry the random bartender, and there’s freedom in that.
“You’re enjoying this,” he says. “I can play this game with you. At least for a little while, and then I might want to be the bossy one too.” He smirks, and I just nod like an idiot. Clearly, idiot works for Rylan, so I don’t need to pretend I’m anything else.
He pushes onto his knees and tugs his joggers and underwear down, and…
“Holy Mother of God?” he fills in for me. “Impressive, isn’t it?”
Ugh. I hate cocky guys. Why don’t I hate him? “It’s not nice to brag.” But man, he has a cock on him. It’s not the length as much as the girth and the fact that it’s just…pretty. Thick and veiny, with big, heavy balls that probably carry enough cum to drown me. The head is flushed red, his pubes a little longer than I keep mine, which really just makes me want to bury my face in them even more.
Rylan fists his erection, gives it a strong stroke. It’s slick with precum, but when he moves his hand, it makes a pearl form at the tip.
“Hurry up and suck me so I can taste it,” I tell him, but then, because I’m still getting used to teasing and this more dominant vocal thing when I’m having sex, I add, “please.”
He grins, an unexpected spark in his eyes. “So polite,” he praises, and then, eyes firmly on mine, licks me from balls to tip, then takes my dick into the wet heat of his mouth.
I nearly come on the spot, body trembling, balls aching, cock dying to do nothing more than snuggle in this sex god’s throat because yes, I might know his name now, but the guy on his knees for me right now is still a total sex god. I’m trying to understand what the hell he’s doing here with me. The Big Three, a.k.a. the only men I’ve slept with, had nothing on Mr. Muscles and—oh. His mouth moves down to lap at my balls. He buries his face in them, licking and sucking, before making his way back to my cock again.
I look down at him, watch him work miracles with my dick. If there was a Dick Sucking World Game, he would be the champion. My cock isn’t short, but he doesn’t struggle to take me down his throat, swallowing around the head while he bobs up and down like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “Okay, now you’re just showing off,” falls out of my mouth.
He pulls back. “Want me to stop?”
“Nope. I want you to drain my balls.”
Rylan groans and dives back onto my dick again like I’m his favorite treat, and all I can focus on is how fucking cool that felt to say. I want you to drain my balls? Who even am I? Definitely not that loser who proposed to a shithead and is the most notorious member of the Jilted Exes’ Club.
His mouth is full of my cock, but he flicks his tongue out and manages to brush it against the root of my erection, which is clearly superhot and reminds me it was a total lie when I said all I could focus on was my words. All I can and want to pay attention to is Rylan the Sex God and—he hums. “Oh God. I’m going to fuck your face. Can I fuck your face? I really, really need to.”
Again, he backs off my cock.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Answering you. Jesus, you’re fucking adorable. And yes. Let me have it. I want what’s in these.” He cups my cum-filled sac, and it takes everything in my power not to shoot all over his pretty face.