Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
“Write me more,” I urge.
“His mouth travels down my back,” he murmurs as he kisses his way along my spine. “He’s so close to where I want him. My dick thumps against the mattress and I’m aching for him to spread me apart. Does he know how much I want him to rim me?”
More. Than. Anything. “So much,” I rasp. “I want your mouth so fucking much.”
I can feel TJ’s dirty smile as he kisses the top of my ass. Then a hot gust of air from his lips as he spreads my cheeks apart.
“Yessss,” I moan. I’ve been craving his mouth on me for days. I rut against the bed, seeking relief for my hard-on.
TJ flicks his tongue down my ass, whispering as he goes. “His mouth is so close to me right now. I’m a ticking time bomb,” he says, and he’s dead-on as he writes me out loud. “I’m going to detonate when he fucks me with his tongue.”
I am humping the bed, and he hasn’t even—
“Oh fuck,” I shout as he presses a hungry kiss to my hole. “Yes, fucking yes.”
A dark, delicious pleasure pierces me. TJ groans savagely then raises his face. “I’m done writing you. My mouth is about to become really fucking occupied. So know this . . . I’ve been dying to taste you.”
I grab the sheets, clutching at them. “Fuck, TJ. Do it. Just do it, please.”
An appreciative rumble tears from his throat. Then, he flicks his tongue along my rim. A blinding wave of lust crashes over me. I shove my hand down my body, grab my dick, stroke it. He pushes my hand away.
“Wait,” he says.
The fucker. He won’t let me jerk. He wants to edge me. I’m not sure I can withstand edging. But when he buries his face in my ass, his beard scraping deliciously over my flesh, I can’t think. My brain flatlines as he fucks me with his tongue. I go boneless. I lose track of time. Of reality.
After a few heady minutes of mind-bending pleasure, he flips me over and licks a possessive stripe down my shaft. I shudder. Then, he sucks on my balls, and I claw at the sheets again. I’m this close. But he’s not done with the carnal deluge.
He pushes my thighs apart and fucks me with his tongue one more time.
I’m babbling. Words are too hard. Everything’s too hard.
And I have to come.
I grab my dick, but he swats my hand away this time too. “Please,” I beg.
He rises, devours my cock with his mouth, and I am done. My back arches, and my balls constrict. I shout a warning before my orgasm overwhelms all my senses.
It’s so good. It feels like it’ll never stop.
But eventually, the shockwaves subside as he lets me fall from his mouth.
TJ heads to the bathroom, turns on the tap. I’m still a panting, shuddering mess when he returns to the bed, staring at me like a predator. He covers me with his body. His breath is minty, and we kiss slow and deep for a long time.
Eventually, we separate.
“I was going to edge you, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted your come in my throat,” he tells me.
“Thank you for your lip service. I really needed to come,” I say, then I kiss him again, holding his face in my hands and keeping him close.
We make out for a while, each slow kiss melting into the next one, then the next.
But I have plans for him. I push up on my elbows. “Get on your back.”
His smile is a Vegas billboard. He shifts to his back, his cock a flagpole. I grab the lube and drizzle it on my fingers. Then I grip his cock with one hand and slide a finger down to his ass.
TJ takes a deep, steadying breath, then lets his legs fall open wide.
It’s a move so trusting my heart thumps. Damn him for making me fall harder.
Everything, every single thing, makes me want to throw this final week out the window and shout you are mine.
But I can’t. Not just yet. There’s too much at stake.
I swallow the declaration, I bury the wild storm of feelings, and I focus on this moment only. On the orgasm, I plan to wring from my man. I press the pad of a finger against his ass, push it in slightly.
Sucking in a breath, he grabs at the covers, clutching the sheets.
“Good?”
“Almost,” he whispers.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” I tell him gently.
TJ exhales slow and steady.
I ease out my finger, pour on more lube, then return to my mission.
As I crook my finger, I record his reactions. The set of his jaw, the pace of his breath, the way he squeezes his eyes shut.
Soon, his exhale turns into a plea. “More.”
“I’ll give it to you.” I want more of his pleasure. I need all of his ecstasy. After I lube up again, I work two fingers in while still stroking his shaft.