Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
In his heightened state, Jules managed a nod, but it wasn’t enough.
“Say it,” I demanded. I lifted my hand from his groin only to have Jules lift his hips to seek out my touch.
“Yes,” Jules managed to choke out along with a harsh nod.
I rewarded him with a heavy stroke along his constrained shaft. Jules closed his eyes and gasped.
Jules was so damn responsive to everything I said and did to him that it caused a wave of possession that I’d never experienced before to wash over me. “Who do you belong to?” I practically snarled.
“You,” Jules cried out without hesitation. “You, Flynn. Only you.”
His response unleashed something inside of me. I covered Jules’s mouth with mine and removed my hand but only so I could fumble with the button and zipper on his jeans. When the coarse skin of my hand grazed his sensitive cock, Jules moaned. I swore I heard him say my name again.
My intent had been to take my time and explore his body, but I was losing control of my own responses, and I couldn’t let that happen. So without any warning, I shifted my position and closed my mouth over his already weeping cock.
“Fuck, yes!” Jules cried out. “Yes, Flynn.”
As I pulled his dick to the back of my throat and began sucking, Jules’s grip on my hair tightened to the point that he was making sure I couldn’t stop blowing him. I loved his show of dominance and couldn’t help but imagine all the things he’d do and say as I slid my dick into him.
The sensation of my rock-hard dick being strangled by my jeans was a harsh reminder that I’d never be able to have Jules that way. My body was screaming in protest, but I somehow managed to lock down my raging need and focused only on Jules. Pre-cum coated my tongue and slid down my throat as Jules took over and began fucking my mouth exactly the way he wanted.
I let him set the pace, so when he began ordering me to suck him harder or slower, I did it. When he wanted me to deep throat him until my nose was buried in the wiry hairs at the base of his dick, I did it. My eyes stung as my gag reflex became harder to fight. I curled my fingers around Jules’s balls. They were tight and hard, further proof that he was ready to blow at any second. I chose that moment to take over so that I would know exactly when he was about to come.
Jules released my hair and dug his fingers into the blanket, twisting the material in his fists.
“Flynn, please,” Jules pleaded.
If I could have been sure that I’d be able to maintain control of my own physical responses, I would have taken Jules to the edge and back over and over. It wasn’t an option, though, so I sucked him hard and fast as I toyed with his balls. I ran one finger over the sensitive spot just behind them.
I wanted my finger inside of him. I wanted to feel his muscles contracting as I teased his prostate. I wanted him to come inside my mouth with my finger still inside of him. Then I wanted to start loving him all over again until my dick was surrounded by his heat.
Not possible.
The harsh reminder had me finishing Jules off with a few more hard sucks. Jules’s cried out in relief as the explosive orgasm hit him. His dick throbbed inside my mouth for a few seconds and then he was shooting down my throat.
I took it all.
Every drop of his release.
Every groan and grunt as waves of pleasure washed over him.
Every thrust of his hips as he tried to get more of his dick down my throat.
With my lips hugging the base of his dick and my nose taking in the heady scent of sex, cum, and man, I took it all. Even after there was no more thick, bitter fluid to swallow, I used my mouth to ease Jules’s body as it jerked with aftershocks. Fingers gently slid over my hair as he let his body sink back onto the ground. I gave his softening dick a few licks of my tongue to clean up every last drop of cum I could find and then I was moving back up his body. Jules automatically opened his mouth when I dropped my head. I slid my tongue gently along his so he could taste himself. I was careful not to drop my entire weight on him, especially where our groins met. Unfortunately, my attempt to hide my condition didn’t work.
“You didn’t—” Jules began to say. I cut him off with a kiss and kept it going until he could no longer return it because his eyelids were getting heavy. I watched in satisfaction as Jules nodded off with a soft smile. I heard him breathe my name and then he was asleep.