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)
As soon as Jules began bobbing up and down the length of my dick, I knew I was a goner. “I’m not going to last,” I warned. I’d been dreaming of this moment forever, but I’d fantasized about the stranglehold his tight ass muscles would have on my cock when I was seated deep inside of him.
Problem was—and it really wasn’t a problem—I had no control over what happened next. Jules was in complete control. His saliva slickened my dick, making it easier for him to blow me. The urge to remain buried inside of him took over and I soon began lifting my lips so I could fuck his mouth. I couldn’t help but brace myself on my elbows so I could lift my head enough to watch. Jules’s cheeks were hollowed out as he sucked me. With every thrust, he swallowed. The move made the pressure in my balls build and build. I was so close to coming, but something inside of me was fighting to hang on to that last shred of control.
He slid his hand up the bed, searching out mine. I linked his fingers with mine and began pumping my hips harder. The need to come was bordering on pain.
“Jules,” I warned because my body could no longer do battle with itself. The impending orgasm was building upon itself the harder he worked my dick. The need to come finally won over the fear of what would happen if I did. I sat up and clutched the back of Jules’s head so I could hold him in place while I fucked his mouth. The sight of my reddened shaft disappearing between his shimmering lips was the tipping point. I fucked his mouth so hard that my balls were slapping his chin. I knew I was being too rough, but I couldn’t stop.
“Jules, I can’t… I can’t—”
He began swallowing, milking my dick for the jizz that was right there. All I had to do was let go. When my eyes met his, that was it. I cried out as the rubber band inside of me finally snapped. I somehow managed to watch as I began to empty my release down Jules’s throat. Relief crashed through me in in violent pulses that left me too weak to keep myself upright. The last thing I saw before I fell back onto the bed was my semen coating Jules’s lips as he tried and failed to swallow every drop of it all at once. I gave in to the powerful orgasm that seemed to go on forever. I was sweating and struggling to breathe by the time my release began to ease. It felt like I’d run a marathon.
A really hot, hard, unbelievably charged marathon.
I was boneless by the time my mind became aware of where I was and what was happening. I could hear and feel Jules’s tongue as he lovingly licked and slurped at my softening cock. When he crawled up my body and kissed me, he fed me my own cum. We feasted on it together and then it was just him lying on top of me. His hard dick was pressed against my abdomen, proof that he hadn’t taken his own pleasure. I wanted to tell him I’d take care of him, but I was unable to speak. I was still floating on what remained of the natural high Jules had given me.
I wasn’t sure whether I nodded off or not, but the next thing I was aware of was Jules pressing soft kisses along my jaw and neck. His hand was rubbing my chest. He was lying partly on top of me with his upper body. His groin was pressed against my hip and his legs were intertwined with mine. It took me a second to realize that not only was he still hard, but he was naked from the waist down.
“I need to take care of you,” I murmured as I turned my head so I could kiss Jules on the mouth. He returned the kiss which went from tender and seeking to hot and hungry in a matter of moments.
Jules broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Don’t worry, you will,” right before he reached beneath the pillow and pulled out a small bottle of lube.
“I have condoms,” Jules offered, even though there were none in sight. His message was clear. He wanted me inside of him without anything between us.
I’d never even considered fucking a guy without a condom before my second heart attack, but now it was all I could think about. I tugged Jules until he was once again lying on my chest. “Throw them away,” I whispered against his mouth right before I opened my lips over his and sought entry into his hot, wet, welcoming mouth.
Chapter Sixteen
JULES
“I’m okay, Jules,” Flynn murmured between hungry kisses. His hand came up to cover the one I’d thought I’d subtly managed to hold against his neck in a way that I could feel his pulse point.