Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Please don’t stop, Sir,” he murmured, making need rush through me. I tightened my hand in his hair again and pulled, sharper and harder than I had before. Finley squirmed, and I let go, before doing it again and again and again.
“Please,” he whispered. “Please, let me serve you. Use me. I’m yours to use and command, if you want me.”
It was my turn for a sharp intake of breath. My whole body sang, calmness and rightness working its way through me. “It’s never been that I don’t want you.” Which I had told him more than once, but I knew he didn’t believe me.
“It’s not?” he asked, sweetness and eagerness on his tongue.
“No.” My fist tightened in his hair, pulling harder than I had yet. I tugged him closer, until Finley was turning, where he was on his knees, facing me.
“Please,” Finley begged again. “Use me. There’s nothing I want more than to please you. For you to take whatever you want from me.”
My resistance was about to snap, a rubber band pulled to the breaking point. It was likely to pop back against my skin, but I couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I wanted him too much, wanted to control him and hurt him and soothe him. “Unbutton and unzip my pants.”
I felt a shiver rock through him. Finley’s hands were urgent, working to open my pants as if he feared I would change my mind. Once they were open, he dived straight in, burying his nose in my underwear and inhaling my scent. With a tight fist in his hair, I pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at me. “Did I give you permission to do that?”
“No.” He winced, and I loosened my hold slightly.
“Is that too tight? I don’t know your limits.”
“No. I just… I hate that I disappointed you already.”
Oh, what would I do with this boy? He was incredible. “It’s okay. You’re learning, but I need you to work hard for me, to only do as I say, unless I go too far. If I do, you know what to say to get me to stop.”
Finley nodded, looking up at me, his eyes wide open, taking me in, and not just physically. And letting me see inside him too. Letting me see how very much he truly wanted this. “Yes, Sir.”
I made him wait then, just looked at him and caressed his cheek and pulled his hair. He waited patiently, like a good boy, but as the minutes went by, I noticed the panic and nerves in him escalate. “You like the way I smell, don’t you?” I knew he did. He was always inhaling me. We’d spoken about it before, but I wanted to hear him say it again.
“Yes. God, I love it. It calms me down. Makes me feel like…I don’t know, like no matter what, everything is going to be okay.”
I hissed in response. How could I have waited so long to claim him in this way? He was so open, so honest in his needs in a way I’d never experienced. It was miraculous, really, especially for someone so young, but Finley was grounded in who he was and his desires. “You may.”
He pushed his face between my legs sloppily. We’d have to work on his grace a bit. He nuzzled as deep as he could, especially since I was wearing my jeans, breathing me in. I let him root around there, let him engrave my scent in his memory so he would always know it, before I told him, “Use your mouth on me.”
Finley grabbed for my underwear but stopped when I shook my head.
“No. I didn’t say to take those off. Pull my pants down just a bit and suck and lick me through them.”
“Oh…I’m sorry. Yes, Sir.” I lifted my hips, and he tugged my jeans down to midthigh. His hot mouth went to my full balls first. He tried to take them both into his mouth, through the fabric. He was so hungry, so needy for what I had denied him for too long.
“Slow down, precious boy. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Yes, Aidan.” He took his time then, sucking me, licking my shaft, wetting my underwear, and breathing me in. There was a wet spot from my precum, which he swiped his tongue at over and over.
“That’s it. That’s a good boy. Now pull me out.”
He did. I lifted my ass slightly to make it easier, and he tucked the fabric beneath my balls.
“Can I take them all the way off?”
“No.” I enjoyed telling him no, seeing him accept my answer even though it wasn’t the one he wanted. Since it was my will, Finley didn’t argue.
He went down on my cock, sucking and licking. It wasn’t a great blowjob. It lacked finesse and experience, but those things didn’t matter. What did was that it was Finley giving it to me, giving himself to me and my control. I wanted to use him hard, to snap my hips up and fuck into his mouth.