Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Dalton strokes my face, crotch level with my mouth. “Want to finish what we started in the cabin…?” His eyes are filled with so much lust I want to drizzle it over my tiramisu and eat it.
Yes.
Fuck, yes.
“Since I served you dinner, it’s only appropriate that you’re the one to offer me my dessert,” I rasp, voice almost too quiet, but his lips quiver when he hears me.
He can’t open his pants fast enough, and since I didn’t get him any, he’s not wearing underwear. His dick is out in all its swollen glory, rigid, pointing at me and desperate to be sucked.
“All yours,” Dalton rasps and pulls my face against it with a groan filled with need only I can satisfy. It slides along my cheekbone, leaving behind the sticky musk of pre-cum, and I greedily close my hand around the base while the other slides up those firm, hairy abs.
Is this heaven? Because it sure feels like it.
Was I holding my breath? Maybe, because my head is spinning, and by the time I tease his cockhead with the tip of my tongue, we’re both grunting like two wild animals about to rut. The flavor of seawater and arousal goes straight to my head, and I lean down, sucking it in, like I used to do when I still hooked up with people.
But this is better.
His cock is better.
It might be the biggest I ever had, and I love it.
“How much can you take?” Dalton whispers, hands on the sides of my head, sliding into my hair, as he rocks his hips forward in a needy motion. My mouth is so full of his rigid meat I’m overwhelmed, because it’s hot to my lizard brain and alarming to my logical side. “So hot and warm,” he mumbles, turning me on further. While he’s strong, he doesn’t force me, nudging rather than forcing the shaft in.
Sweat beads on his torso, and he leans into my touch when I gently scratch his pec before sliding my hand down, all the way to his balls. He stirs in response, and my lips descend the side of his cock, savoring its clean flavor as if he’s my favorite popsicle.
Fuck, he tastes good. Like the essence of masculinity. And he’s all mine.
His hips buck when I move my hand up his dick and suck on the delicate skin of his balls. My knees hit the floor, and I take in one of his nuts, face buried in his wiry pubes.
I caress it briefly, then stab at the other with my tongue, and while a voice at the back of my head tells me I’m already sticky, and that I must look ridiculous, I feel grounded.
As if I’ve found my safe place.
Which also, incidentally, makes me incredibly horny.
“Fuck… you’re so…”
What? What was it I wanted to say? The thought evaporates from my skull as if the heat of our lust has cooked my brain.
"Oh, Jesus Christ… I need you to suck me. Please. Work your pretty mouth on it. I've never wanted to come as much in my life.” He pulls my face a bit higher, back to his dick, and I love seeing him so desperate. He’s stripped to his base desires.
I love it when he begs.
I give in and open my mouth, our eyes meeting when he slides his thick cock back into my mouth, nudging my throat with its head. Oh, God, he’s so big. And once he’s a bit deeper, I feel the sides of my jaw strain to keep my teeth away.
“I feel like I need to rut against your face. Tap out if you need to,” he adds, which is surprisingly gentlemanly of him, given that he’s probably horny out of his mind.
I roll my tongue over the underside of his cock, blissing out despite my jaw getting a workout. I didn’t really do that much deepthroating back in the day, but I’d rather let him choke me with that monster than reveal how little experience I have.
I choke the moment he pushes in, but I grab his hips when he attempts to back away. I don’t need to breathe. Air is for non-suckers, and I so very, very much want him to have his way with me.
My eyes water, and a tear rolls down my cheek as he pushes in again, probing at the back of my throat. In this moment, my whole existence is about letting him in, tasting him, making him so hooked on me he wouldn’t even dream of trying to wiggle out of our engagement. This man will never again deny me.
It’s a struggle, but as I imagine him over me, big hands in my hair while the candlelight casts shadow over my blissed-out features, my muscles go lax, and I can feel his cock force its way deeper, until I’m lightheaded again.