Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Leaning in, I stroked my hands down his chest and dropped a kiss on his firm abs, right next to his straining cock. And all of a sudden, my stomach wobbled, unexpected nerves making my voice as unsteady as my touch. “I want all of your tips on how to do this right.”
I’d fantasized about this so much that I dug my toes into the rug, trying to ensure that this wasn’t a dream. Also, fantasy me was good at this, but real me was feeling every opportunity I’d missed to gain experience. But Derrick simply laughed and trailed a finger down my face.
“At this point, you could literally blow air on it, and it might be enough.” His eyes were dark and glittery as he gazed down at me. And he got major bonus points for not suggesting that I didn’t have to do this. I did. Even as I laughed along with him, my need only grew.
“Ha. Like this?” Puckering my mouth, I exhaled like I was trying to extinguish a candle, feathering my breath over the length of his cock. The first few times we’d fooled around, he hadn’t let me have nearly enough time to explore how good his thick length felt in my hand. I rectified that now, stroking him as I continued to blow lightly, using air to caress him along with my fingers until he was breathing hard and fisted a hand in my hair.
“Enough teasing,” he growled.
“But it’s fun,” I said right before I licked a long stripe from root to tip. His sharp inhale told me I was on the right track, and I licked more, discovering what spots made him moan. He kept his hand in my hair, not pushing but subtly guiding me in a way that made my own cock pulse. Experimenting, I went from licking to openmouthed kisses to sucking.
“Fuck. Yes. More,” he urged as I took more of the shaft in my mouth. The heavy weight of him on my tongue was even more arousing than those fantasies of mine, and I hummed happily as I started a slow slide back and forth.
“Mmm.” Gripping his base firmly, I kept myself from going too far down, setting a shallow rhythm that earned another low groan from him.
“Okay, I think you’re a ringer. No way are you—” He cut himself off with a pained noise as I tried adding some tongue action to my sucking. “Fuck. Do that again.”
I pulled back enough to grin at him. “Maybe I’m just a quick study.”
“Knew you were a genius.” He leaned back on his elbows. His enjoyment probably had more to do with a lengthy dry spell than any skill on my part, but the praise still emboldened me, made it easier to go faster, take more.
“Yeah. That. So...”
Reducing the big bad chief to babbling nonsense was an endorphin rush on par with a ten-mile run. “Good?”
“God, yes.” He kept rocking his hips toward me, and his thigh was tense as a boulder under my other hand. But then he shuddered and used his hand on my head to still me. “Wait. Too close.”
Oh fuck yes. No way was I backing off now. “Gimme.”
“Damn. You want... Yeah. Okay. I’ve tested twice since...fuck.”
Laughing softly at his inability to finish a sentence, I redoubled my efforts, and simply knowing he was close was arousing enough that I had to move my hand from his thigh to my cock. Not stroking precisely, but the pressure of my grip was exactly what I needed to reach a place I usually only found in making music, a zone where time ceased to have meaning and where my actions seemed driven by something larger than myself. It was a place where I could give myself over to my instincts, trust that they’d be enough to get us both there.
Every moan and curse from Derrick pushed me higher and higher until I was moaning too, sounds muffled by his cock and somehow sexier for it.
“There. Right there.” Some invisible thread of control snapped for Derrick, and his body bucked, chasing my mouth as everything got frantic and sloppy until he was climaxing and so was I. Coming with oxygen at a premium was a new one for me, made the peak that much sharper and the edges of my vision blur as I shot all over my fist. Those same instincts of mine that got us to this place made me reflexively swallow as Derrick too shuddered and shook. The salty, slightly bitter flavor was enough to coax one last spurt from my cock before I released his cock.
“Fuck.” He flopped back against the bed. “Can’t feel my legs.”
“Good.” Too spent to even laugh, I rested my head against his thigh.
“You’re awfully smug. Damn. That was something else. Come up here so I can return the favor.”