Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
River unbuttons his jeans, slides down the zipper, and takes me up on my offer.
13
River
There are many varieties of blow jobs.
Some are quick and to the point. Those are like a straight shot up a roller coaster, then a fantastic ride downhill at top speed.
Others are dirty and deep. The kind where the head of your cock hits the back of his throat, and he takes you all the way.
There’s the long, slow tease. With lots of licks and kisses.
All are good, since there are pretty much no bad blow jobs.
But then there is this.
A brand-new variety I’m discovering tonight as Owen plays with my dick. As he swirls his tongue across the head. As he licks a long, decadent stripe down my shaft, then back up.
“Your mouth is so fucking perfect,” I moan as he wraps those sensual lips around my length, like he’s showing off how incomparably sexy his mouth is.
Clasping his face in one hand, I run my thumb across his top lip, breathing out hard as I gaze at the beautifully filthy sight in front of me. Owen stares up at me with wide, hungry eyes, running his hands over my thighs, playing with my abs, traveling his palms along my body. All while he seduces my cock with his gorgeous mouth and tongue and magic.
This is a whole other kind of blow job, and already, it’s my favorite. It’s worship, and it’s clear Owen believes. What’s clear too is how much I like attending the church of Owen’s blow jobs. I’m going to sing its praises as he draws me in more, moaning around my shaft. His sounds send shockwaves of pleasure across my skin. His murmurs make me shudder.
Because, seriously, this—it’s too much. It’s too hot. It’s just . . . everything. “Look at you. Your lips are so sexy wrapped around my dick,” I rasp out as his blue eyes sparkle with naughty delight.
The show-off that he is, my friend hauls me in even deeper, then deeper still, and my hips jerk and my cock throbs in the warmth of his mouth. “Yes . . . show me how you can take all of me. Show me now,” I demand, and he does, oh hell, does he ever.
I can feel him relax his throat, open more, let me sink farther, till I am all the way. Oh yes, my dick has disappeared into the unholy paradise of Owen’s delicious mouth, and the sight of him swallowing me whole makes my legs shake.
Groaning, I run my hands through his hair as pleasure radiates into every damn cell. My dick is having the best time ever getting to know his wicked mouth, and still, I want more.
“Yes, get closer to me,” I tell Owen, and he does as told, taking me and having me and holding me deep.
My body twitches with pleasure as Owen sucks hard on the length of me, adoring my shaft with his tongue, drawing me deep with those lips, then reaching out to grab my ass with both hands.
Squeezing me.
Urging me with his palms to fuck his face.
I shudder, my breath coming hard and fast as the need to pump takes over.
Still, I want to make sure he can handle a good face-fucking.
It’s only polite, after all. And good manners in bed go a long way.
I ease out, rubbing the head across his lips. He moans eagerly, licking me.
“You’re incredible,” I say, curling my other hand tighter through his thick, lush hair. “And I really want to fuck your mouth. But only if you’re into that.”
“I’m so into that,” Owen says, all husky and eager as he licks the crown like I’m a piece of candy, then he brings me back home.
I clasp his head tight, my palms coiling around his skull.
Then, I go to town on his decadent mouth, driving my cock between his lips as he sucks and slurps. His noises spur me on, the wet smacks, the gasping breaths, the moans.
One hand lets go of my ass, but he keeps another curled hard around me, jerking me deeper, letting me know not only can he take it, but he wants to.
I keep Owen in place, snapping my hips as lust rockets hard and fast through my body. My balls constrict, and a blinding wave of pleasure slams into me. I can barely come up for air—it feels so damn good what he’s doing to me. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I half beg, half order. And my God, he takes orders so damn well, sucking with greedy abandon, with wild fervor.
As the promise of bliss ricochets through me, my gaze swings down and I unleash a wild groan. Owen’s unzipped his jeans, shoved his hand in his briefs, and he’s stroking his cock. His gorgeous, thick, hard cock that I want to have all to myself.