Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Don’t mind if I do.
“Yes?” I scraped my teeth across the bulging tendons in his neck, eliciting a shudder from him.
“I need…”
I squeezed his now erect cock
“Oh fuck, I need you to suck me off.”
“You do?” I slipped my hand into his sweats. Well, well, well, what do we have here? No underwear. You do want me on your dick. Wrapping my hand around his stiff length, I flicked his earlobe with my tongue. “You want me on my knees, Alex?”
Already, I was as hard as he was and ready to take this to the next level.
“Yes. God, please, Ryder. You look so good like that. So sexy.”
“You love watching me when my mouth is full of your cock?”
He groaned, thrusting his hips. “You know I do.”
I sure did. Every time I sucked him, he made sure he could watch me. Lights came on, his head lifted off the bed, or he stared down at me with those dark eyes constantly deepening with intense pleasure.
“Then let me give you something you love.”
I freed my hands from his sweats then gripped the waistband, lowering it as I slowly sank toward the floor. Alex groaned at the sight even before my mouth was anywhere near his dick, which bounced heavily as I released it. Precum clung to the tip, forming a line from the waistband of his sweats in a messy demonstration of his need. I licked my lips as my knees hit the tile floor.
The red, flared tip of his cock bobbed at eye level, making my mouth water. “Fuck, I love this cock,” I muttered as Alex kicked his sweats off his feet.
He widened his legs and rested his elbows back on the bathroom counter as though bracing for impact.
I wasted no time, dragging my tongue up his thick, hairy thigh. He jolted and cursed as I bypassed his cock and trailed down the other thigh.
“Fucking tease.”
I smirked as I ran my nose up the side of his cock, inhaling his unique scent. It went straight to my bloodstream like a triple shot. His dick jerked, and he cursed under his breath again. “Fuck, you smell good.” Some might call me crazy, but I loved the scent of his dick. So erotic, so masculine, so primal.
“Suck me, Ryder. For fuck’s sake, put your mouth on me.”
Fuck, I love that needy growl.
I teased him for a few more minutes, playing everywhere but the one place he wanted, despite his increasing pleas.
“Ryder…”
He wasn’t the only one rapidly approaching desperation. Time to put him out of his misery. I opened my mouth, engulfing his cock in one swallow.
His hips punched forward as he shouted into the quiet penthouse. That’s right. I knew exactly how my man liked it. I sucked him without mercy. No more teasing or being coy. He wanted to get off, and I wanted that for him.
As I worked him to the back of my throat, I held two fingers up toward his face. He knew exactly what to do. His mouth closed over the digits, tongue swirling as he mimicked the way I sucked his cock.
My dick jerked, making a mess inside my pants since I also didn’t bother with underwear. Who needed it when this was often how we ended up? It only served as an additional barrier to getting to my man’s cock.
I slid my soaked fingers from his mouth and wound my arm around him, aiming straight for his ass. When they contacted his hole, he groaned, immediately bearing down on them. This was a dance we’d done countless times, and it never got old. I worked my two fingers into his tight pucker as I sucked him. He jerked and spasmed in my hold, thrusting his dick down my throat before pulling back to take my fingers deeper. Within seconds, we found a steady rhythm, sucking and finger fucking his delectable ass.
With each passing second, tension fled his body, leaving him loose, pliant, and unencumbered by anything but the way I made him feel. Worrying wasn’t possible when he wanted to come so badly.
“Ryder…” he whined in the neediest tone I’d ever heard from him. I fucking love it. Loved that he had no problem letting go and showing me how much he desired me. “Gonna come…”
Fuck yes. I hummed my encouragement as his hands slid into my hair, and he began to fuck my throat with more purpose.
I’d never dreamed how much I would love a simple, domestic life. We didn’t frequent ambassadors’ homes as I did growing up. No one invited us to the top corporate events or luxury fashion shows in Paris as I’d become accustomed to during my teen years. I could still have parts of that lifestyle if I genuinely wanted to, but I found this way of living to be far superior. This life Alex and I created, where we laughed, loved, and celebrated each other, ate ice cream in bed, spent nights watching movies, and I visited him at Top Shelf. We worked our asses off to achieve our goals, and no one was helping us reach them. No one bulldozed the way for us. Our accomplishments would be all our own.