Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Perfect.” His praise felt warmer than the near-scalding water and made me spend that much more time on his chest, soaping, rinsing, repeating. He had more chest hair than it had seemed at first glance, and I loved how it crinkled against my palms. A rumble not unlike a purr escaped his lips and his eyes flickered shut. Emboldened, I washed lower, skating over his soft belly, all around his proud cock, but not touching it. Denver chuckled. “I see what you’re doing.”
“Sorr—”
“Did I say stop?” He gave me a pointed look, so I resumed my efforts, soaping his powerful thighs. “Keep going. Got more to wash.”
I took that as permission to reach for his cock again, gently washing it and his heavy balls. A dick other than my own was a novelty, yet Denver felt right in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, enjoying the way his plump cockhead poked out of my fist. I jacked him experimentally, using a looser grip than I would for myself.
“Mmmm.” Head tipping back, he moaned low, and all I wanted in the world was to figure out how to coax more of those pleasured sounds from him. I swept my thumb across his tip, gathering a slick bead of precome, but the shower washed it away before I could lick my finger.
“Jesus, I want to taste you.” The words came out in a breathless rush.
“Yeah?” Denver didn’t seem nearly as surprised as I was at my request. “On your knees then.”
He turned and spread his stance wider, allowing me to kneel on the anti-slip mat on the bottom of the tub.
“Thank you.”
“No thanking me yet.” Denver gave a wicked smile as he gripped his cock, waggling it in front of my face. “Open wide.”
He traced my lips with his cockhead, and I greeted it with enthusiastic licking. Denver made a noise of approval before releasing his shaft and letting me take over. Enthusiasm seemed to be working for me, so I set about mimicking my favorite porn blowjobs, going fast and deep.
I promptly choked as I encountered a heretofore undiscovered gag reflex. Not one to be defeated, I tried again, but going slower didn’t make me more coordinated. I was overthinking this, and I made a frustrated noise.
“Easy, baby. You don’t have to set any records here.” Denver pitched his voice more soothing than stern, which hardly helped my irritation at my ineptitude. But then he fisted his cock again, lower this time, and resumed teasing my lips. “Here, let me drive.”
“Yes.” Oh, I liked this, not having to think or worry about choking. All I had to do was chase his cockhead with my tongue, sucking when he allowed, taking only what he gave me. “Yes. Please.”
I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, only that I wanted more of this floaty sensation, adrenaline surging as anticipation replaced any fear over giving up control.
“You like this?” Denver fed me a bit more of his shaft, and amazingly, this time, I didn’t choke. For all that Denver was a near-stranger, I trusted him. He wouldn’t give me more than I could take, and he knew exactly what he wanted. No more guesswork on my part. “This what you want? Me to use your mouth?”
“Yes. Yes.” Warm water sluiced over my back, and Denver’s dirty talk further heated me, but a shudder raced through me, hands shaking from how badly I wanted more.
“Good. Keep those teeth back, and just let me fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.” Denver set a slow, easy tempo of shallow thrusts, dragging his cock against the flat of my tongue on every retreat. I loved the weight of his shaft and the way it pulsed, a vital energy to his cock I couldn’t have anticipated but was quickly coming to crave. Feeling bold, I stroked his balls. “Nah-uh.” Denver made a low warning noise. “Hands on my hips. Pinch me if I go too hard, but I think you can take it.”
“I can.” My voice was so husky I barely recognized it. Strangely, letting Denver stay in charge made me way more confident in my abilities. He knew what he wanted. He’d take exactly what he needed, but the gentleness in his approving smile reassured me he wouldn’t claim more than I could give. Denver was stern and commanding without an ounce of cruelness, a combination that settled any of my remaining nervousness.
I gave myself over to his cock, living for each forward thrust, protesting every retreat with little moans and stronger suction until Denver was also groaning and breathing fast.
“Fuck. How am I this close?” The wonder in Denver’s voice had me doubling down. More suction. More surrender. I leaned into his hand on my shoulder, letting him direct me how he wished. With his other hand, he let go of his cock to stroke my jaw. A small gesture that got a huge reaction from my own cock, which throbbed harder.