Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You want me to suck your cock, Daddy?” I asked him, and I could feel his cock throb as I said it.
“Please,” came his desperate whisper. “Oh, fuck, I’m—”
I took my hand off of his cock in an instant. I knew, without a doubt, what had almost happened.
“You almost just came, didn’t you?” I asked, my eyes widening. “Goddamn, you really are desperate for me, aren’t you?” I couldn’t even begin to express the kind of satisfaction that gave me.
“God,” he said, giving me a death stare as he reached out, gripping one of the arms of the chair like he needed it for support. “I’m not sure what was worse. Knowing that I was about to blow my load in your hand and miss my chance for your mouth, or feeling you take your hand away.”
Warmth spread through my body. “Some things you say just make me feel like the sun just came out on a cloudy day.”
“That’s very… poetic,” Nathan said, still white-knuckle gripping the side of the chair like he was in agony without my touch.
As he calmed down, I idly stroked my cock a few times, just watching him as he brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “You good?”
“No,” he said.
I had a moment of hesitation, and it scared me a little how disappointed I was in that split second. Thinking that maybe, none of this was really going to happen.
I nodded once.
“I’m not ‘good,’ around you, ever,” he said, his voice dropping a little lower as he reached to squeeze his fingers around the base of his cock. “I’m fucking crazy around you. I’m a pathetic, needy, confused, horny mess. And I need to come so badly right now I think I might lose my goddamn mind if I don’t, but I’m half convinced you’re going to torture me for the rest of my life, and I also know I’d let you.”
Fire stirred in my chest again, a molten hot relief followed by determination.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” I asked softly.
I liked him saying those things way more than I should have. A lot of people had told me I was hot, but nobody had said the kinds of things that were coming out of Nathan’s mouth now.
Without even knowing it, he’d just made me feel more special than I had in a long while. He didn’t just like me for my sculpted body, or find me to be an interesting midlife-crisis experiment. I was driving him crazy, and he loved every minute of it.
“Hands off,” I told him, glancing down at the grip he still had on his dick, though my voice was more affectionate than commanding. “Your cock is mine tonight.”
11
NATHAN
Kace Tomlin was leaning forward, licking his lips just inches from the tip of my dripping cock, and all I could think was the same line, on repeat.
Don’t start shaking again. Just. Don’t. Start. Shaking.
I was tired of the nervous trembling that my hands had kept circling back to tonight, every time Kace looked at me with that air of ownership, like he could do anything to me and he knew I’d like it.
It felt like I’d dug my own grave of shame when I’d admitted how desperate I was for him. But every time I opened up a little more and took a risk with Kace, it only seemed to delight him further. Like I was an endless game he was playing, and I liked it.
Out of my depth. Completely out of my depth.
His tongue came out and he dragged it flat across the underside of my cock, looking up at me. My eyelids flew shut involuntarily. I couldn’t look. If I did I was pretty sure I’d come in two seconds flat, and I felt some need to preserve what little dignity I still had.
With my eyes closed, it was a little easier. I could feel each heartbeat slamming in my chest, but I’d had a tongue on my cock before. When I wasn’t looking down at him, I could collect myself a little more. It was just a blow job, after all. Something that felt good, but wasn’t going to unravel me like a loose thread.
But then the slow wetness disappeared, and a moment later I felt his teeth gently sinking down on the inside of my thigh.
“What?” I protested, opening my eyes and looking down at him, his hair glinting a little under the moonlight. “Are you biting me?”
“Did it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and stupidly sexy as he paused for a moment, his cheek resting against my thigh.
“I mean, no,” I said, shifting a little. “It felt alright. Good, I guess. Just surprising.”
He moved to do it again, this time looking at me. “Wanted to get your attention.”
I puffed out a breath. “Trust me, you have my fucking attention.”