Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
My heart skips a beat, because this is proof he’s been waiting for me to climb into his bed and grab him with my dirty hands.
I freeze when Angel opens, then closes his mouth, and spreads his thighs ever so slightly as pleasant dreams pass through his head, keeping his attention off me.
He’s so damn handsome. Short, with delicate, youthful features and such a delicious softness to his ass it’s a blessing he often hides it with that long cardigan, because if he didn’t, I’d never get anything done.
On a whim, I kiss him on the knee, just because I can, because he won’t judge me when he’s sleeping. This is why my nickname is Creep, and I’ve accepted it. I run my fingers over his thigh, amazed by how warm his skin is, and how his fine hairs tickle my flesh. I’m so aroused I have to stop myself from groaning. Every now and then, I glance up to his face, but his eyes remain shut, and his lips are parted as if inviting either my cock or fingers.
My dick twitches at the very thought of slipping in there, then filling his mouth with cum. There’s something so unbearably arousing about the innocence of his sleeping form. I climb onto the bed and hold my breath when he lazily turns to his back.
If he woke up now, he’d be finding a naked man with a raging erection in his bed.
I have to take a few deep breaths to calm my excitement when a drop of my pre-cum falls on his T-shirt. I rub the tip of my finger over my cockhead to gather another, and spread it over that plump bottom lip of his, leaving him a taste to dream about.
I bite the inside of my cheek when he smacks his lips, then sucks them in while I look over him, touching my cock as I breathe in the scent of his shower gel. I lean down, until my nose is against his soft skin. I bet he doesn’t have to shave most days, and as I lap at his jaw, feeling only the barest hint of stubble, my breath catches. No one has ever allowed me this close, but this angel in human skin let me have my way with him while he sleeps, off to beautiful dreams, away from the filth of my monstrous self.
I have to remind myself to stay silent when I almost moan at the taste of his skin. For a while, I stay braced over him, smelling, nose to cheek, as I lower my hips and rub my erection across his stomach.
I have to reach to the base of my cock and squeeze it to not come already. He’s beyond hot, and living the fantasy is more arousing than I ever could have imagined. It’s as if I’ve only ever seen a ghost, and now I get to touch the real thing.
With utter care, I move his arms a bit farther from his body to roll up his T-shirt and reveal his chest. I smile as I rub one of his exposed nipples. I’ve never felt this free to explore with another person, without worry about them judging me or the things I want to do.
“I bet you like that, nasty boy,” I whisper, but I don’t mind him hearing it.
No, I want him to hear it.
But I also don’t.
I’m a mess of filthy desires thrown into a glass and shaken. But if he allows this, if he’s not yet kicking me off the bed in disgust, then maybe deep down he’s as depraved as me?
He makes the tiniest sound, a catch of breath, and I nearly come, but this can’t be the end, so I lift my hips and move my face under his jaw, lips to the pulsing artery that now kisses me over and over.
I’m overwhelmed.
Overheated.
I don’t deserve to kiss and handle his body, but I can’t stop myself and place my hands on his chest, squeezing his pecs, maybe even a bit too hard as desire makes my cock so sensitive I’m glad I’m not wearing any underwear. He’s so soft under my fingertips, and his chest expands with every inhale while I get to stare wherever I please. I shamelessly allow my tongue a trip lower, past the bunched up T-shirt and to his nipple, which soon goes hard in my mouth. Every inch of him is mine to play with while he slumbers.
I can’t wait any more. With my heart beating ever faster, I shift back to slide my thumbs under his waistband and pull slowly, to avoid waking him up. I hold my breath when fabric rolls over his cock, and I leave his shorts half-way down his thighs, just enough for me to get the perfect view.