Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“That’s it, baby,” I grunt out. “Just do what I do. Mmm, fuck yeah.”
A moan is all the reply I get from him.
A moan is all I need.
I pull the crown into my mouth, swiping my tongue around the tip before I suck hard.
Vaughn’s gruff noises of pleasure pierce my ears, but then they get muffled because he does the same with my cock. His movements are more exploratory, but I feel every morsel of his enthusiasm as he nearly sucks my soul through my crown.
His precum explodes in my mouth and I nearly drown at the sweet taste of him.
Fuck.
Is he turned on because he’s sucking my cock, or because I’m sucking him, or both?
Doesn’t matter.
I swallow him deeper, licking and teasing his balls in the process. I expect Vaughn to take it slower since he’s new to the whole thing, but that wouldn’t be Vaughn.
He’s competitive to a fault, and it shows when he mimics me, taking my length down his throat. Naturally, he coughs and gurgles around it.
“Easy, baby,” I speak around his dick, kissing the length. “I know you love the competition, but you need to train the gag reflex. Relax for me, yeah? Open as wide as possible.”
He licks my crown, and I groan, my spine snapping upright, and then he slowly takes me in again, so I do the same, jerking my hips. I let my saliva coat his length then bob my head up and down, giving him the sloppiest friction before taking him to the back of my throat.
Vaughn’s hips move more frantically by the second, and I squeeze his balls just as mine fill up. He grabs my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, and lets me drive into his mouth and use it, opening it as wide as he probably can.
So of course I do the same, and he drives into me with frantic, unpolished thrusts. The sheer force of his power collides with mine, and we’re both panting as the smell of sex fills my nostrils like a hit of drugs.
I’m so close, and I can tell he is too by the way his hips jerk and his noises of pleasure heighten, getting muffled by my cock.
So I squeeze his drawn-out balls, making him gasp and moan so deep, I’m already there.
My groan matches his grunt as we come in each other’s mouths almost at the same time.
My hips spasm and jerk as I thrust all the way to the back of his throat, filling him the fuck up with my cum.
His thrust is less deep, but it’s forceful, making me swallow every last drop.
Fuck me, he tastes so good.
So fucking addictive.
I could swallow him up for the rest of my goddamn life.
Grabbing his cock with my hands, I lick around the sides and his balls, not allowing an ounce to go to waste.
I’ve swallowed cum more times than I could count, but I’ve never felt like this unsatiable.
Like a greedy little slut who just can’t get enough.
I want more of Vaughn.
I want his everything.
I keep at it for so long, Vaughn’s fingers around my waist loosen and he coughs. I realize I might be suffocating him with my cock, so I reluctantly pop his half-erect dick from my mouth, and it bobs against his partially-exposed stomach, on the smooth muscles of his abdomen.
Hesitantly, I push myself up, pulling out of his mouth, and he coughs a few more times as I fall beside him, carefully watching his face for any telltale signs.
That was hands down the best orgasm I’ve ever had, so if he says something hurtful right now, I don’t know how I’ll cope with it.
It’s ridiculous that I allow his words to get to me this much, knowing exactly how much he disregards me.
Is it a curse?
Is there a way I can stop it?
I’ll consider black magic, by the way.
Vaughn’s breathing harshly, his face is red, and streaks of cum trickle down his chin, looking like my own messed-up masterpiece.
But while I’m watching him, his gaze is lost in the ceiling.
What is he thinking? Is he regretting it?
Did he not like it?
Is he going to leave again while I remain here and wait for…what?
Fuck.
Why am I so focused on his mood? It was for revenge, right?
I’m looking at him all marked with my cum, and yet I feel no…joy.
If anything, as I watch the lines of his handsome, expressionless face, I know that I’d probably do anything for this guy if he merely asked.
Cy is right. I’m clearly at a disadvantage.
I’m so attuned to him while he’s just using and baiting me.
He’ll be over his bi-curiosity at some point, and I’ll be the one left behind.
The pleasure haze disappears, crashing into an abyss of dread and pressing self-preservation.
I jump up and head to the closet, then grab the first pair of shorts and T-shirt I can find.