Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 111742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 559(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
But oh, boy, is he awake now!
I let my whole hand run over his abs, feeling the bump of each one below the sprinkling of hair, and then follow the trail lower to where it becomes his base. He groans deep in his chest as his hips buck. I can see the tightness in his belly where he’s holding himself back.
I feel drunk with power. This monster of a man letting me control him, control this . . . control us.
“Can I touch you?” I whisper.
“Fuck.” He shudders. “Anything you want, Janey.”
I have a filthy thought, something I haven’t done too many times before but want to try now. Henry always said I wasn’t good at it, so why bother? But I don’t think Cole will mind if I’m bad at it.
Maybe he’ll think you’re good. And I bet he’ll be happy to tell you what to do otherwise.
I throw the blankets off and move lower on the bed to kneel between Cole’s spread legs. He lifts his head from the pillow we shared to peer at me curiously. Keeping our eyes locked, I lean forward and place a kiss to his head. It’s a chaste, grandma-cheek-worthy kiss, but he groans like it’s delicious agony as his head falls back to the pillow and his eyes slam shut.
Emboldened, I lick a circle around the crown, then take him into my mouth. I suck and lick, lick and suck, exploring him and his reactions. I feel invincible when Cole’s hands fist the sheet beneath him as his breath goes jagged. “Goddammit,” he grits out.
I smile to myself and swallow him deeper into my mouth, teasing along the entrance to my throat to see how much of him I can take. When he spills a bit of pre-cum, I want more, so I find a rhythm, bobbing up and down the length of him.
Cole threads a hand into my hair, gripping tightly at the base of my head, and I tense, expecting him to take control. You’re not doing it good enough. But he just scratches along my scalp, almost playing with my hair, releasing and grabbing it over and over while I work him.
“Janey, baby . . . you gotta stop or I’m gonna—” he warns, his meaning clear.
I want him to come. I want to make him explode in my mouth. I want to taste him, swallow him, and know that I, Janey Williams, did that all on my own. Because I’m a Blow Job Queen and I want a sash, crown, and scepter. Okay, maybe not, but whatever I’m doing is working for Cole and that’s what counts.
I pant, “Do it,” and swallow him again, bobbing my head, my cheeks hollowed out against his shaft.
Permission given, Cole stops holding himself back, and I feel his entire body go taut as I take him to the edge. His balls tighten against my hand, and then he jerks, curling in on himself and around me as he roars. “Fuck, yes . . .” He grunts as jet after jet of salty heat fills my mouth. I gulp it down hungrily, like it’s my reward for a job well done.
It’s not a crown, but I’m definitely happy with the prize.
I expect Cole to flop to the bed in spent exhaustion when he’s done. That’s what Henry would’ve done once his needs were met. But again, Cole is nothing like Henry.
He grabs under my arms, hauling me up his body until I’m straddling his face. “Whoo!” I holler in surprise at the change in position.
Cole wraps his arms over my thighs and pulls my lips apart, teasing over my clit with his thumb. “My turn.” Before I can say anything, his tongue is on me, licking and sucking my clit and dipping down to tease along my entrance.
It feels strange to sit over him this way, but when I look down, he seems more than happy with the arrangement, so I relax, letting myself drop lower. I can see the hint of a smile at my surrender, and it reassures me.
My hands press against the cool glass of the window above the bed, and when I look outside at the trees, I feel exposed in a way that should scare me. But with Cole here, I know I’m safe. It’s just me, him, and maybe that wayward daytime owl to see us.
It doesn’t take long for Cole to expertly get me to the point of no return, and he growls against my flesh when I spasm over him. I’m still trembling when he moves me again, pushing me back down his body and centering my core over his hard-again dick.
I wiggle to help us align and then feel him fill me, inch by thick inch, until I’ve taken all of him and I’m seated completely on him. I roll my hips around, enjoying the stretch of fullness. Cole touches places inside me that have never been touched, in more ways than one.