Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
There's an amateurish way about the way he works me over, but knowing he either hasn't done this since the last time he did it with me or he's done it so little to gain any sort of technique only makes it that much better.
He doesn't pause or get distracted when I place my hand on his head, but I don't tangle my fingers in his hair to guide him or try to show him what I like. I think the man could just stare at my cock, and I'd be at risk of blowing my load on his face. I use my grip to ground myself in this moment, to make myself realize it's real, and if I'm being honest, it's also a way to test his dedication. He never wanted to be touched before. My mouth on his cock was okay, but my hands on his hips while I sucked him off was a step too far.
It doesn't seem to bother him now, however, and having that simple touch makes me fly higher than I've ever been before.
I squeeze my eyes closed, the sight of him working me over threatening to put a very quick end to what he's doing. Flashes of light, very similar to fireworks, sparkle behind my eyelids, only contributing to the euphoria I'm feeling. But then one hand leaves my hip, and the curl of his palm around my nuts once again threatens to buckle my knees.
A lighthearted chuckle vibrates around my cock, and when my eyes open to look down at him, I'm surprised to see his eyes angled up at me, as if he isn't feeling an ounce of shame with having my cock in his mouth.
When his hand drifts further, the tip of one finger pressing against my ass, my eyes widen, surprise filling my body.
He smiles again, tongue scraping over the underside of my cock, the tip teasing that most sensitive part of my body.
He presses forward, eyes gauging mine as he tries to enter me with one finger. I shake my head, hating the frown on his face.
But the man is misreading me, and I know not to explain. Instead, I reach for the bottle of conditioner and lower it to him. He dips his head in understanding, my legs trembling with need and anticipation as the click of the conditioner bottle echoes around us.
In the next breath, his coated finger is right back where it was a second ago, access easily granted this time, and his mouth is once again circling the head of my cock.
I know the rules are silence, but there's nothing that can stop the moan of pleasure from escaping my lips with his attention.
He groans in tandem when my ass clenches around his finger, cock jumping in his mouth.
I pull back, the only warning I can manage, but he chases my cock with his mouth just as my nuts seize, cock pulsing my orgasm right onto his tongue.
As if he has something to prove, he looks up at me as he swallows, and the sight of the small trickle of cum on the corner of his mouth is damn near enough to make me come a second time.
I moan again when he presses his finger forward another inch before pulling free, and I swear his wide grin as he stands could end wars given the chance.
The sight of his tongue sweeping out and grabbing that drop of cum on his lower lip motivates me to lean closer, my mouth pressing to his. It's a risk, and I don't know how it will be received. Some people have no problem with cum in their mouth, but hesitate when the person who left the contribution risks tasting their own.
His reaction is the one I was hoping for as he presses closer, the reminder of his own need pressing into my softening cock.
In the next breath, I lower myself in front of him, eyes upturned to take in every reaction as I open my mouth and take him inside. He doesn't look away as if pretending I'm someone else, as he has done in the past. He's fully with me right now, and realizing that sends another rush of blood to my groin.
I work him over, mouth sliding up and down his cock, tongue tracing every vein and ridge as if I'll be tested on the pattern at a later date. I'm very studious that way.
I take a chance, touching his body, my hands wandering over his muscular thighs as I suck him off, and to my surprise, he doesn't shift or tell me not to touch him.
I take full advantage of the opportunity I'm being given, letting my hands wander over every inch of skin I can reach.
I nearly choke on his cock, something I've prided myself on not doing my entire life, when that very same bottle of conditioner I handed him fills my line of sight.