Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Troy gasped as I traced the tip of my tongue around his crown, tickling his sensitive flesh and lapping up his taste. I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked gently as a groan of delight rumbled in his chest.
I slid my lips down his shaft, only able to take a little over half of his length before gagging. I backed away until just his tip was between my teeth, then dropped back down, bobbing my head in a slow but steady pace.
“That feels so good,” Troy told me in a raspy whisper. His words spurred me on. I moved faster and swallowed a little more of him, feeling his flesh poke the back of my throat.
I gave him all I had, sucking hard and bobbing quickly. His pre-cum trickled down my throat, and I greedily swallowed. Troy’s hand landed on my shoulder before quickly snapping away again to grip the sheet beneath him. He squeezed the cotton in white knuckles, trying to hold himself back and respect my comfort.
It warmed my heart and burned my blood, making me want to give him everything. I dropped his manhood from my lips, feeling a pleasant stretch in my jaws. When I looked up at Troy, his pupils were wide and fiery, but he blinked and schooled his expression into a soft smile.
I reached across the mattress into my bedside table, retrieving a bottle of lube and a condom, which I’d bought recently, believing this day would come. I placed the condom next to me, giving my attention to the bottle.
I snapped the lid open and coated my fingers with the slick liquid as Troy bent his knees and spread his legs. My breath caught at the sight of his quivering pucker. My heart beat faster. My mouth went dry.
A quiet, “It’s okay,” along with a soothing touch to my hand, brought me back to the moment. Troy looked at me with a concerned smile. “We can stop, sweetheart.” His own pleasure was second to my needs. But he didn’t know that his statement made my primary need to pleasure him.
I took a deep breath, winked, and touched my slick digit to his wrinkled flesh. I circled against him, feeling his ring of thick muscle beneath my fingertip. With a gentle push, I breached his entrance, sinking into his warmth.
As I pushed further into him, I watched his face for any signs of discomfort, but found only bliss. His eyes rolled back and his jaw went slack as he moaned his enjoyment.
Knowing he was okay, I dropped my gaze back to his hole, and the way it eagerly sucked my finger inside. I thrust my hand back and forth, feeling his muscles thin and loosen with every pass.
When his moans grew louder, I slid a second finger inside him. He took it easily, gripping the sheets tighter and whispering my name. I moved quicker and a little harder, knowing I was giving him what he needed.
I questioned whether to add a third finger. I wanted to fully prepare him, and to never cause him harm. But Troy answered my unspoken query when he called, “Avery, please, I’m ready. I need you.” He looked ready. His back was arched and his chest was heaving. He wore a crazed expression with fire burning in his eyes.
I pulled my fingers free and fumbled with the condom wrapper with shaky, slippery hands. Frustration took over and I ripped the foil with my teeth, making Troy growl, “Holy shit, you’re sexy.”
My huge titan of a man, bulked with muscle and armed with skill, found sexiness in my power and raw emotion. Our size difference didn’t matter. He didn’t care about dominance. He offered himself willingly to me.
I couldn’t roll the rubber on fast enough. I squirted too much lube onto my shaft, pouring a mess onto the sheets, but not giving a shit. I tossed the bottle over my shoulder, positioned myself between Troy’s legs, and touched my tip to his readied hole.
I paused to look in his eyes, and saw only desperate need staring back at me. He nodded, and I swallowed hard before pushing forward. I wasn’t as thick as he was, and I only had about five inches to offer, but Troy voiced his appreciation as his flesh stretched around me. He chanted my name as he took every bit of me inside.
I paused to check on him when I was buried to the hilt, and found him looking back at me with the same concern and questions in his gaze. He knew of my past, and wanted to ensure I was okay.
It was true that my past shaped me and affected me greatly. The memories would never go away, and maybe the pain wouldn’t fully go away either. But Troy helped me find the strength to not let it rule me, and to focus on my present and future, which were both lying beneath me, staring at me with more love than I knew was possible.