Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I caressed the fingertips of my free hand against the soft skin of his thigh then on to his sac, fondling the weight in my palm. With a lick around his base, I glided up to his bulbous head, priming to take Dash’s cock deep down my throat. It wouldn’t be much longer than that. The sensual groan that followed had me giving his balls a pressured tug. The action was one of his favorites, and his body reacted in kind.
“Damn that feels good. It won’t be long.” I followed the guidance of the only man I had ever truly loved, the only one I had ever experienced intimacy with. I’d had the best, nothing compared. I swallowed him whole, my lips sliding down the velvet steel I’d just made wet.
“Fuck,” Dash murmured. My gaze rose to meet his. I wasn’t sure when the end would arrive, but I sensed it was drawing near. The blunt tips of his fingernails scraped across my scalp as I pulled completely off his rigid length.
“Pick up the pace, baby,” he breathed above me, beginning to work his hips with my thrusts.
I swallowed him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Beau-baby.” Dash was so damned long I couldn’t take him too far down my throat, but I was going deeper each time. In that effort, I pumped Dash’s cock in and out of my mouth, managing more each time.
My airway blocked. My mouth watered, helping to take him even deeper. My eyes bulged, yet I kept going. The idea of enhancing Dash’s experience, giving all I could give, turned me the fuck on. The heady lust had my heart hammering as my dick swelled, and my toes curled. My fist followed my mouth, rising and falling with each pass. The entire time, I pinched and tugged at his sac. My reward was the deep sensual moan, his hips driving his cock further down my throat. I was doing exactly what he wanted.
Oh yeah. This stolen moment of good-morning sex caused me to piston my head up and down, seeking oxygen where I could, and finding the rhythm that was all us.
“Damn, loosen your jaw, baby. Make today the day,” Dash hissed, his thumb tenderly caressing my jaw. I tried to do what he asked, relaxing my mouth and swallowing deeper. It worked, I took Dash to the root. This time, the tip of my nose mingled in the soft thatch of hair.
What a rush. Breathing didn’t seem to matter. His balls seized, drawing tightly up. Psychedelic swirls became my vision. Haze clouded my thoughts. My throat tightened as he gave an abrupt pitch of the hips. “My fucking God. Beau-baby, I’m close.”
His release exploded with his cock still lodged down my throat. Today was an all-time first for us. How did this feel so damned good? The wet slurping sounds were even a turn on, causing me to grip my cock, squeezing tighter. Dash’s hips slowed, his unintelligible words encouraged me to stay the course. I’d never imagined anything this sexy. I was dominated by everything Dash.
A magically sated feeling rushed through me as I tumbled to the mattress. I took a deep inhale that felt exhilaratingly wonderful.
Minutes passed in this euphoria. The only sound that broke through the daze was hearing West stirring in his crib. He was such a sweet-natured little guy. It’d take a few minutes for him to cry for attention. The other noises indicated the calm home was moments away from chaos.
With a burst of energy that came from a hidden secret reserved stash for moments like these, I launched myself out of bed, shaking the sated fog from my head. A quick look over my shoulder revealed that Dash was still coasting on the high of his orgasm. A smile tugged at my lips. That must have been spectacular for him. Usually, he’d be the first one of us out of bed, ready to do mornings with the kids.
I entered the bathroom just as Dixie burst inside through the doggie door. Duke was on her heels. They generally competed to see which one could get through the opening first. Dixie won nine times out of ten.
“Mornin’, you two,” I said. Their tails wagged while they pranced at my feet. That excitement used to be reserved for me, but now they were telling me to open the bedroom door so they could greet their children. Even West enjoyed the play time they shared.
I quickly splashed cold water over my face and swished it through my mouth. I’d have to rub one off as soon as I got the chance. In a calculated move, somehow managing to keep the chuckle on the inside, I reached for one of Dash’s pretty decorative towels and ran it over my face. They were reserved to make the room pretty, a prop like a picture on the wall, a concept he explained to me regularly. I reached for my robe, putting it on as I went to the bedroom door, the dogs making it there before me.