Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He rests his forehead against the wall once he’s done, and I close my lips around his cockhead, holding it in my warm mouth while he recovers. My excitement is still a raw, throbbing need, but I’m happy to wait, enjoying everything this moment has to offer. His scent is so intense I could get off just smelling him. He’s such a beautiful man, and the taste of his cum makes my whole body vibrate with glee, because I did that. I made him come.
When I look up, our eyes meet, and I smile as widely as his dick allows me.
“You look so pretty like this, with my cock in your mouth,” Saint murmurs, stroking my cheek. “But I want to see you come too.”
Before I know it, one of his hands is at my nape, the other on my arm, and he’s pulling me up as if I weigh nothing. Within half a second, he has me facing the wall, and before I can make a peep, he’s opening my pants while molding his body to mine from behind. I shiver, overcome with a new kind of excitement, but time rushes forward when my new lover claims me with a bite on the nape.
Every muscle in my body yields, and I barely keep in a moan as he sucks on my flesh while pumping my dick.
I shamelessly push my ass against him, overwhelmed with a thousand different dirty scenarios in which he fucks my brains out. His fingers are thicker than mine, his grip is strong, but it’s the way he presses me into the wall and the next bite to my neck that sends me over the edge.
No one has ever touched my dick, but I don’t even have time to analyze that, too busy painting the wall with my cum.
When I moan too loudly, he puts his other hand over my mouth, but it only makes my orgasm intensify. I fight for air through my nose, pressing my forehead to the wall, happy to be his feast.
We both still, listening to each other’s breathing as our bodies cool, but delicious moments aren’t meant to last forever, and he finally pulls away after kissing my nape a final time. “Okay, I didn’t expect this would happen. Here out of all places,” he adds with a chuckle.
I turn around, using the wall to keep myself steady. I’m still panting, strands of hair are stuck to my hot face, and in a sudden onslaught of shyness, I pull up my pants, but I can’t help smiling anyway.
“I didn’t even know if we were on a date or not until you kissed me,” I confess.
Saint grins, and for the first time since we’ve met, his perfect hair is a bit out of place. “Really? After I tried inviting you twice on the same day?”
I try not to stare as he lazily zips his pants and buckles up his belt. Unsuccessfully. His hands are so big, and veiny, and beautiful I could just lick every finger.
I rub some cum off my face. “I guess I just… This is new to me.”
Saint cocks his head with a small smile and kisses me again, his eyes soft like two hazel clouds. “You did suggest there’s not that many suitable guys here.”
I stroke his side, amazed that I’m allowed to touch him. “For you? Only one,” I dare tease him, but instantly look away, shocked by my own boldness. Then again, I did just have his dick in my mouth, so I think I’m allowed to be playful.
Saint grins and nuzzles my nose as he finishes arranging his clothes. “I’m thinking that too. You’re like no one I've ever dated.”
I kiss him once more, reveling in the softness of his lips. “I wish this night would never end. Thank you for the best date.”
Saint shrugs, stepping away, toward his door. “I had a great time too. We have to repeat this very soon.”
I turn to my door with a smile, but keep looking back at him, so I fail at getting my key into the hole. “Stop distracting me!” I end up laughing.
Saint opens his door with flawless perfection. “You know I will even when you can no longer see me,” he says before disappearing into his apartment.
He’s so right it doesn’t even seem smug of him to say it.
My mind is floating on love endorphins as I meticulously close the locks on my door without urgency. I still walk over to the windows to make sure they’re secured, but it gives me an unexpected sense of safety to know Saint is next door. He would have come if I screamed. I just know it. And if he couldn’t force the locks open, he would have used an axe to get in.
I wash my face and, for once, smile at my reflection.