Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
“Fuck… Mmm, I could do this all day.” The jerk of his hips matches the thrusts of his fingers in my mouth. “I could fucking devour you.” Thrust. “Mold you into my perfect prince.” Thrust. “Until there’s nothing left…” Thrust. “Until you’re fully…” Thrust. “Completely.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Mine.”
My spent cock twitches as he groans deep in his throat, sinking his teeth in the space between my neck and collarbone. Then he steps away a little, pulling his fingers from my mouth, and grabs his cock.
“You’ll take my cum, baby, yeah?” He points it toward my deflating one and comes in waves, drenching my hand and cock with his thick cum.
My mouth is sore, my balls are spent, but I can’t help watching with parted lips as his cum mixes with mine, some of it dripping on the asphalt.
The vulgarity of the view should wake me up to the fact that we’re outside.
Why are we outside in the first place?
Marcus pulls away from my neck, releasing my hand that he’s been holding this entire time—and I fucking let him. I should probably be more mad about that.
But before I can get into my head, he tucks his cock in and lowers himself to his knees.
Wait…what?
Marcus is on his knees in front of me.
The Marcus Osborn who refuses to let me win at any turn is on his knees.
In front of me.
The scene messes with my head more than it should. I watch with parted lips as he slides his tongue across the back of my hand that’s still wrapped around my cock, his intense eyes never leaving mine.
He’s…licking my hand?
No—he’s licking the cum off my hand.
Mine and his.
The realization makes me teeter between desire and depravity.
It feels wrong.
Like something dark and forbidden and intoxicating yet so…beautiful.
Marcus licks my hand clean, and I remain still the entire time, my fingers trembling as he wedges his hot, wet tongue between them, dragging it slowly but purposefully.
“Do you know how this tastes?” He growls the words against my fingers, his voice gruff and dangerously low.
“Don’t care…”
“Liar. You’re getting hard, baby. Your cock is jumping in excitement at the thought of my tongue licking it.”
Any witty comeback I could’ve come up with dies when I notice my cock is indeed hardening. I release it and grab his hair, my fingers sinking deep.
I swear I meant to push him away, but then his tongue swipes along the tip, wiping the cum, and my fingers tighten in his hair.
No idea why I’m pulling him closer, but that’s what I do.
“Mmm,” he breathes out against my skin as he wraps his lips around my cock.
And holy fucking hell.
Shit.
I’m well aware I just came, but the feel of his mouth on my cock has turned me hard in an instant.
He pulls me out of his mouth, smirking up at me. “You’re enjoying this a bit too much.”
“Stop talking.”
“And if I don’t?”
He licks the crown again, and my cock twitches, demanding access into his wet heat.
“Just…”
“Just?”
Marcus grabs my hip with one hand and spits on the other—the hand that was in my mouth. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want,” I grunt because he’s sucking my crown deep as he drags my jeans and boxers down with his hand that gripped my hip.
He lets the crown of my cock pop free. “Maybe I don’t.”
“You fucking—”
“Shh. Don’t get impatient. Calm down.”
I’m breathing heavy, my cock is harder than earlier, and I need something.
No, not something.
I need the specific feeling I felt just now when he put me in his mouth.
“If you want my lips around your cock, you have to ask.” He drags his tongue along my crown, basically teasing me at this point.
“You asshole…”
“That’s not asking, Preston.” His voice hardens, even if it’s full of arousal. “Say it properly.”
“Fuck…”
“Try again.”
“I…”
“Yes?” He licks my cock from top to bottom.
“I want you to wrap your lips around my cock.”
“Good boy.” He spits on his palm again, then takes my cock to the back of his throat.
“Fuuuck!”
The world blurs as my head tips back, banging against the bricks, my body strung tight with hazy pleasure.
No one has ever swallowed me this far back on the first try. I’m truly that big, so it takes time to try to fit me properly, but Marcus just went for it.
Fucking hell. Does the guy not have a gag reflex?
Or maybe he’s trained it well.
And now, I’m thinking about all the other cocks he’s taken to the back of this pretty throat and my hand curls deeper in his hair, pulling.
“You’re such a slut,” I grunt, shoving him farther against my cock, making him choke. “You’re a pro at sucking cock, huh?”
He only releases an unintelligible sound as I feel him reaching to my ass.
I’m not sure what he’s doing at first until his wet fingers probe between my ass cheeks.