Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“That means I can handle a mess. I’m good at cleaning them up.”
He shoots me a fiery stare. “You saying you think you can fix me?”
“Don’t think I’d want to even if I could.”
For a moment I worry I’ve struck a nerve. His expression is intense as he watches me, like he’s trying to decide if he should be offended.
Words come to my mind that I don’t say. I could tell him that I don’t think he’s a mess at all, because calling him a mess would be like saying a great painting is a mess of color. It’s supposed to be that way. The chaos is what makes it beautiful.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, dragging one palm down the inside of my thigh.
“Oh God,” I utter, because instead of waiting for my reply he drops down and takes my tip fully into his mouth for the first time. I disappear past his lips, and he moves downward, taking his sweet time.
Then he pulls off again just as slowly.
The top few inches of my cock emerge from his mouth, slicked and glinting in the light.
“Tell me. I’m curious.”
“What was the question again?” I breathe. “What am I thinking about?”
“Mhm.”
“You,” I tell him. “I’m thinking about you, and I know you’re damn well aware of it. I’m thinking that you’re teasing me on purpose—”
I break off as he takes me into his mouth again, and it’s like he’s desperately trying to get me to fail at the one rule he gave me.
He’s trying to make me slip up and come, despite the fact that he gave me his latest tyrannical ruling earlier, demanding that I don’t finish until he says
He takes me as deep as he can. For his first time, he takes my cock well. He doesn’t get my whole shaft past his throat, but I couldn’t care less about that right now when I’m struggling not to let myself let go into his mouth.
I buck upward a little into his mouth and he looks up like he’s challenging me to do it again. One of his hands comes up to cup my balls and give them a little tug, nudging me a little closer to orgasm, and I reach down to thread my fingers through his hair.
I let my thumb run back and forth over the side of his head. As usual, he moans softly at the touch, leaning his head into my hand for more. He gets more confident with his mouth a minute later and tries taking me all the way to the hilt.
He keeps me there for a moment before pulling off, catching his breath.
“How the hell do you do that so well?” he asks, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand. “You practically choked on my cock, but I feel like I’m dying just from one moment of that.”
“Gets easier with practice.”
He inhales, pushing a lock of his hair back with one hand, then goes back down like it’s a challenge.
He tries to take me deep again, and again, letting himself break for air periodically. Suddenly I’m watching him get better at it in real time, and it feels too good.
I grip the side of his head harder. “Chase, that’s too good.”
He holds up a finger at me, telling me to stop. He slows his pace on my cock, laying a frustratingly slow stripe from my base to my tip, slowing it down.
He pulls off fully and looks up at me.
His lips are slick. His hair is even more messed up from the way I’ve been running my hand through it, and the look in his eyes is serene.
“You can come in my mouth,” he says simply.
Oh God.
I didn’t expect that on his first time but it seems like Chase is willing to follow his curiosity to the end. He goes back down and grips my base with his fist as he drops his mouth over me again.
My lower stomach goes molten as he tugs at me. It’s almost better that his motions are unpracticed. I can’t figure out what he’s going to do next, and one moment he’s flicking his tongue over my tip and the next he’s trying to deep throat me again. His hands are fucking everywhere, all over my thighs, then cradling my balls, then wrapping around the base of my cock to give me a stroke.
It’s a wild combination of sensations.
I watch the way his hand looks so strong as he moves his fist on me, over and over again, while his mouth takes care of the tip. He keeps glancing up at me from under his lashes and every time his eyes hit mine, I’m closer.
It’s too good.
I can’t hold it back any longer.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I feel myself coming all at once, and the wave that had been threatening suddenly comes crashing down.