Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
He pushed the swollen head of his cock between my lips, cutting off my words. I felt the curve of smooth flesh slide in, and he shuddered hard and threw his head back for one blissed-out second, then looked down at me again.
“You don’t have to beg, baby.” He wrapped a large hand around the back of my head, holding me in place. “I just need you to realize that you want this as much as I do.” Then he began to move, incrementally at first.
I stretched my lips to accommodate his size, feeling the ridge on the underside of his cock head running along my tongue. He tickled the roof of my mouth, bounced lightly off the soft spot at the back of my throat.
“Relax your throat,” Kage said. It was the same thing I always told the girls when I rammed my cock down their throats. And now he was saying it to me.
I relaxed, felt a slight urge to gag, but nothing like I would have expected. My mouth settled around him, and I applied an ever-so-slight amount of suction for him to sink into and pull against. I didn’t know how it felt to him, but it felt amazing to me. God, how had I ever lived without the feel of his cock in my mouth? It was as if every moment I’d lived so far had been building up to this very moment, when I would discover a need like I’d never known before.
“You feel so good, Jamie. So goddamn good…” His hips pistoned his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, and I moaned around him. “I swear I’ve wanted to fuck this mouth ever since the first night we met. This fucking smart mouth. Fucking liar’s mouth. God, you’re so sexy.”
I tried to pull away at that, to argue that I wasn’t a liar, but he wouldn’t let me. He held tight to the back of my head with impossibly strong fingers, keeping my mouth stuffed full of his cock. He guided every movement, pushing in and pulling out at a slow, even pace. Jerking the lower half of his cock with his hand while the upper half copulated with my mouth. His hand never let up on the back of my head. It was all very restrained, as if he was afraid of losing his rhythm and spinning out of control. I loved it. The discipline of it, the predictability, it all seemed to amp up the anticipation for what was to come.
“Your mouth was made for my cock, Jamie. I want you on your knees like this for me all the time. Fuck. So beautiful down there.” He babbled on, sometimes making sense, sometimes not. I didn’t care. Every word was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. His always-sexy voice was laced with a darker edge— the edge of profound lust— and I found myself wishing with every ounce of want I had inside me that I was the only one who had ever inspired him to sound like that. That his past would just be gone in a puff of smoke, and there would be only me.
I would be his. His Jamie. His boy.
I waited patiently for his release, hypnotized by his voice, dreaming of belonging to him, loving every second of every slide of skin. My mouth learned the shape of his cock by heart— every swell, every vein, every ridge. I sucked it like it was my only source of sustenance.
“I’m not ready to come, but I can’t stop it,” he groaned. “Love you so much down there.”
His cock thickened noticeably in my mouth as he spoke, veins plumping, flesh growing impossibly turgid. His controlled movements never sped up, never changed, but he let out a long, agonized grunt as he erupted. I felt his load shooting down the underside of his cock, pulsing through the channel like a freshly unfurled firehose and filling my mouth with wicked hot spurts of cum.
I’d never felt anything so erotic, so carnal… I wanted it, loved it, needed it like I’d never known I needed anything in my life.
It seemed his orgasm would never stop, and still I took it and swallowed hungrily. I slurped it up and begged and whimpered for more as I felt my own cock spilling into my boxers, rhythmically echoing the warm jets of cum that Kage was shooting down my throat.
It was by far the sweetest release I’d ever known. Far better than any girl I’d ever been with, far better than any desperate, pent-up porn jerk I’d ever had. I suppose it was inevitable after so many days of watching Kage and thinking about him, needing to touch him, and of stuffing down the desire.
When Kage had finally stopped coming, and his aftershocks had all ceased, he looked down at me and shook his head as if to clear the lingering fog of lust. “Holy shit, that was amazing.” He reached down under my armpits, hoisting me easily off the floor, and I was just weak and shaky enough that I didn’t balk at being picked up like a child. He pushed me down onto the sofa and kissed my stretched and swollen lips. “Your turn,” he said.