Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"This is the very place by the way," I share with him a bit shyly, "and in the photo that went viral, I talked about how you just needed the right angle and a few strategically selected props, and you can come up with a lovely Instagrammable shot without breaking the bank."
By the time we've transferred to my favorite cafe, we've also moved into discussing gadgets and apps that can help me with my work. It's here that Aidan surprises me, with his knowledge about technology so remarkably in-depth that I can't help asking him if he had another job before becoming a police officer.
"I dabbled in I.T. and ranch work," is all he says, but I'm thinking there has to be more than that, and Aidan's just being humble like he usually is.
It's half-past ten in the evening when we finally take a cab home, and I can't remember a day that's been more wonderful than this. At Aidan's insistence, I've showed him all of my favorite spots in the city, and
I love how he's also turned out to be the ideal "Instagram boyfriend" when locals approach me for a selfie.
Unlike Jack, Aidan never asked to be included in the shot, never hesitated to offer to play photographer, and not once did he ever display the slightest amount of impatience when a particular fan insisted on a few minutes of small talk.
He doesn't think I'm shallow because I love taking photos of pretty things and pretty places. He doesn't ever talk down to me when I ask him questions, and best of all, he's always had his eyes on me and me alone the entire time.
He's perfect, in other words.
Just so, so perfect that the moment we're back in my apartment, I'm so crazy happy that I hear myself ask, "Can I give you a blow job?"
Aidan freezes.
"Please?"
Aidan, having seemingly recovered from his shock, has only two words to say. "Fuck, yes."
It's just so un-Aidan-like that I double over in laughter, and I don't even realize what's happening when he starts walking towards me, and I automatically start backing up. Just back, back, back until I've fallen on the couch, and the next thing I know Aidan is standing between my legs, and I'm watching him unzip his jeans—-
Oh. My. God.
His cock springs out like this big, rock-hard monster on the loose, and the tip of his erection immediately knocks against my mouth.
Mm.
A drop of pre-cum touches my lips, and I feel Aidan tense as he watches my tongue slip out to lick it off.
"Salty," I whisper, and Aidan groans.
"Fuck, baby."
A choked laugh escapes me when he suddenly pulls my shirt over my head.
"Show me your breasts," he says thickly, and my fingers shake as I unclasp my bra and let it slide off my arms. Aidan groans again, and I feel my whole body turn pink when I see the way he's staring so hungrily at my swollen tits.
Aidan starts stroking his cock, and I can't help gulping as it adds on another inch. It's just so, so long, dammit. How was it that this entire thing—-oh!
Aidan suddenly leans forward and braces himself with one hand gripping the back of the couch while his other hand starts rubbing his cock between my breasts.
I've obviously never done this before, but I've read and seen things, and my hands are already moving on their own. I cup my breasts, and Aidan releases a harsh sound of approval as I start mashing my breasts together and give his cock the best boob job—-
Aaaah!
Aidan pushes my head down, and I automatically open my mouth the moment I feel the head of his member bump against my lips.
Oh God.
I know I've asked for this, but this boob-and-blow-job combination is just way more than I prepared myself for, and I find myself momentarily frozen with shock, my throat locked up tight—-
"There's nothing to be afraid of."
Aidan's voice is rough but gentle, and the sound...
It's just magical like the rest of him, with the mere sound of his voice washing away my fear, and I feel myself loosening and my throat relaxing—-
Aaaaaaah.
His cock slips further inside my mouth, and my head starts to spin when I feel Aidan's fingers grip my hair.
He's fucking my mouth slowly and steadily now, but with every thrust his cock also pushes further and deeper until I realize every inch of his impressive length is inside of me.
The thought excites and thrills me, and my hands start moving again. I squeeze his cock hard and tight between my swollen breasts. Give it a rub here and there while my nipples scrape against its side, and my tongue whirls around its tip.
He's fucking my mouth a lot harder and faster now. Wilder and rougher, too, with his thrusts no longer as steady.