Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
When he licked the tip of my cock, catching my precum on his tongue, my head clunked back against the cabinet. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how to breathe.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I did, though I worried I’d come instantly if I watched him.
He licked me again, teasing the slit as he slid his hand up and down my shaft.
I bit my lip to hold in a whimper. It felt so fucking good. Then he took me into his mouth, sucking on the head of my cock. I gasped, and he smiled around me.
I thought I might die before this was over. He probably wanted to kill me. That was his motivation.
I reached for him, needing to touch him, but he pulled back. “Hands on the counter, or I’ll stop.”
“Fuck.” I gripped the edge to the counter, not sure I’d be able to keep my hands there.
He took me deeper in his mouth, swallowing around me. I couldn’t stay still. I pushed into him, and he squeezed my hips, pushing me back. Once again, he pulled back, and I groaned.
“I didn’t say you could fuck my mouth. You stay still and pay attention. I’m showing you what I want you to do to me.”
“God, Ford. This is too much.”
“I’ve hardly started yet.” He swallowed me down again, deeper this time. The sensation of his throat closing around me was so fucking hot. He took hold of my balls again, playing with them as he sucked me.
I wasn’t sure anything had ever felt this good. Then he took me in all the way, pressing his face to my pubic bone.
I did whimper then. “Ford. That’s so hot, feels so good.” I held onto the counter so tightly I wondered if I would pull it from the wall or break off a chunk of the marble.
When he finally pulled back for air, there were tears in his eyes and his chin was wet with drool, but he was smiling.
“Think you could do that?” He asked, his voice raspy.
I shook my head. “No, that’s…. How do you…? Please.”
“You’re the one begging now, aren’t you?”
I didn’t care. I needed his mouth back on me. “More. I need more. Please.”
“Luckily for you, I want the same thing.”
He worked my cock up and down, pressing his tongue along the underside, humming around me, using his hand sometimes, playing with my balls, pressing his fingers against my taint.
I thought I’d had incredible blowjobs before, but Ford was a whole new level of skilled.
When he slid two fingers into his mouth along with my cock, stretching his lips obscenely. I was too far gone to even wonder what he was doing until he slid them between my legs.
“Ford?”
“Shut up and feel," he said before swallowing me deep again.
When he pressed a finger against my ass I tensed, but he distracted me by humming around my cock. It felt so fucking good I didn’t care what else he did. He pushed a finger into me. The sensation was strange but not bad.
When he worked the digit deeper, he curled his finger the way he’d told me to when I was opening him up, I cried out. I might have screamed, I don’t even know. My whole body lit up. I’d never felt anything so intense.
I gripped the sides of his head, no longer able to stop myself.
He didn’t protest. He just worked his finger in and out of me, then added a second one. I would have let him do anything to me at that moment.
I was so fucking close. “Ford, I…I can’t….”
He pulled back, and very reluctantly, I let him go. He sat back on his heels and stared up at me, licking his lips. “Do you want to come down my throat? Do you want to watch me swallow it all?”
I wanted to hate him for the way he was taunting me, but he’d wrecked my ability to think. My mouth hung open as I stared at him. Finally, I managed to nod.
“Maybe one day. Right now, you’re going to fuck me.”
He rose to his feet. I tried to move, but my body and brain weren’t cooperating.
“Follow me if you can.”
I quickly fastened my pants, then had to hold onto the railing to pull myself up the stairs after him. He turned like he was going to continue further up, likely toward the guest room he had ready for me, but I grabbed his arm and pushed him into his room instead. “I’m fucking you in your own bed.”
“No.”
“Yes. I’m in charge now.” I’d held back all I could as he brought me right to the edge and stopped. I was going to take what I needed right then.
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“Yes, I do.” I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.