Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I made a needy, almost inhuman sound before diving down his shaft. I was starving for him, the weight on my tongue, the stretch of my lips, the slight saltiness of his precome, and his delicious words. I had vastly underestimated the appeal of dirty talk, or perhaps I just hadn’t met Harley before. I bobbed up and down, desperate to get more moans and praise out of him.
“Good boy. You’re so fucking hot.”
The good boy made me shudder, desire rippling through me like an electrical current. I sucked harder, earning a sharper taste of precome, but before I could double down on getting him off, he shoved at my shoulder.
“Get on up here. My turn to play.” Guiding me up with surprisingly gentle hands, he worked my buttons and belt loose, and I helped him pull my clothes off, then his shirt, until we were both naked. He tugged me onto his lap, settling me over his thighs, making me feel strangely fragile and powerful.
“What did you have in mind?” I kissed his shoulder and neck before finally landing on his mouth for a soft kiss. I was more than turned on enough to agree to whatever suggestion he wanted to make. My only goal was to get him as amped up as I was.
“This.” He worked a hand between us, gripping our dicks together. We both groaned at the contact. “This on your list of likes?”
“It is now.” My voice came out all breathy. The press of his hard shaft against mine made my abs quiver and my eyes temporarily flutter shut. I opened them to gaze down at his fist, his big cock with its flared head next to my smaller one. The size difference was sexy as hell, but it also sent a flutter of uncertainty up my spine. “Sorr—”
I opened my mouth to apologize for not being as porn-star big as him, but Harley cut me off with a low groan. “Fuck. We look so fucking hot like this. Love your cock. You hit me at my favorite spot, right where I love extra friction, and you fit my hand so damn perfectly. You’re sexy as fuck.”
He was the perfect one, not me, and I truly was a goner for this man. He knew exactly what to say to make my doubts flee, and a rush of tenderness washed over me. “Thank you—oh.”
Whatever I’d been about to say vanished as he started jacking us together, and my eyes practically rolled back in my head with how good it felt.
“See? Perfect.” His voice was a warm rumble against my neck right before he licked and nibbled, tongue sliding along every inflamed nerve ending. He stroked us together while kissing my neck for several long moments until my breath hitched and my balls lifted.
“Clos—” I didn’t even have a chance to get the warning out before he backed off.
“Not yet.” He shifted us so he was reclined against the pillows, me still straddling him. He moved my hands from his shoulders to his chest. “Not done playing.”
“This?” Taking the hint, I rubbed his nipples.
“Mmm. Yeah, do that. You can go harder, baby. I don’t break.” He continued leisurely stroking us, arching his back into my touch. Following directions, I started tweaking and playing with his nipples in earnest. Every time he moaned, it pushed my own pleasure higher, getting me close even without him speeding up his hand.
“I need to come.”
“And I say you need to wait.” Head tipped back, eyes shuttered, he looked like a rugged, Celtic warrior, getting serviced after a hard battle, a vibe that totally worked for me. Harley, stern and unhurried, luxuriating in all the good sensations, made warmth spread outward from my chest like I was tipping back shots. Each stroke of his hand was another hit of potent pleasure. He paused to lick his palm, and I whimpered. “Watch how good we slide together.”
We gazed down as his fist, which moved more freely now, cocks slipping past each other, precome mingling.
“Please.” My voice was a near-whine.
Harley made a pleased noise as he used his thumb to sweep over my cockhead, gathering more of the clear fluid at the tip. “Mmm. Look at that. I think you like my favorite word too.”
“I do. Please.” I increased the intensity of my play with his nipples, twisting lightly and flicking, which made him moan but still didn’t make him up the tempo. “Let me come.”
“I’m having too much fun to be done yet.” He smiled at me, a devilish grin that managed to be both filthy and affectionate.
“Evil…tease.” I gasped as he gripped my hip with his free hand, urging me to rock forward.
“That’s it. Fuck my fist.” He groaned, a low rumble of satisfaction, as I complied and thrust against his hand and cock. Harley’s fist was tight and perfect, and I’d never needed to come this bad while wishing it could last forever.