Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
I wished like hell he would do what he’d done to me earlier that morning—take the sticky fluid and suck it off his finger. I could watch his lips widen enough to pull in his finger and imagine what it would be like to see my bare dick sliding past his gorgeous lips instead. I grabbed his fingers and sucked hard enough to have Cass moaning several un-Ashby-like curses.
“Condom,” I demanded as soon as I released his finger. I licked the rest of the cum off my lips as I reached for the button on Cass’s jeans.
“There’s not enough time—”
I ignored his protest, grabbed my own wallet, and fished out the single condom I’d started carrying with me after my first confrontation with Cass weeks earlier.
“JJ—” Cass began to say as I released his dick from his jeans. His protest was weak, and he did nothing to physically stop me. As much as I truly would have liked to have Cass fuck me in the back seat of his car, there really wasn’t enough time for that. But just like all the other ways we’d found to be with each other, we could make this work.
I had the condom on Cass’s hard dick in seconds and then I was pulling his thick shaft to the back of my throat. Since I’d been born with no gag reflex, I was able to suck his dick down my throat on the first pass. I made sure to hold on to the condom as I urged his body to release him from the tight coil that had him under its powerful spell. He was grunting and groaning as he shoved his dick into my eager mouth.
“JJ, fuck… don’t stop. Don’t stop!” Cass cried out as he hung on the precipice of agonizing, blissful, and much needed relief. His fingers were wound in my hair tight enough to sting, but knowing that he was so out of control that he didn’t realize he was doing it just made me more eager to finish him off.
I could feel the moment Cass’s body gave in to the pleasure. He shoved into me once, twice, and then held my head down the third time as his dick jerked in my mouth. He let out a string of more curse words as his jizz filled the condom. I could feel the warmth of his release through the latex barrier and wished like hell I could have felt his cum sliding down my throat.
I slowly pulled my mouth along his sensitive shaft one last time and then disposed of the condom. Cass hadn’t said a word, but his face and body spoke volumes. While a quick glance at my watch showed that the entire encounter hadn’t lasted more than a few minutes, I knew we had to get moving. I carefully tucked his sensitive cock back into his jeans and did them up. I kissed him softly to pull him out of the haze of pleasure that still hung over him.
“Sweetheart, we need to get moving,” I reminded him. It took several long seconds for the fog to lift. When Cass’s eyes met mine, he still seemed lost in a heavy mist. He was expressionless and that scared me. Had I done something wrong? Was he pissed because I’d started the whole thing in the driveway of his grandmother’s home?
The silence brought all my insecurities and self-doubt back to the surface, but before they could take hold, Cass was once again dragging me across the console. His hungry, demanding kiss held the promise of things to come. He released me just as quickly as he’d grabbed me, put the car in gear, and slammed down on the gas pedal.
As the Mustang surged forward, I looked around to find something to clean the cum off my body. My shirt had ended up getting tucked under my armpits, so it was still dry, and I wanted to keep it that way.
“There’s a rag in the glove compartment,” Cass said as he gave me a cheeky grin. I grabbed the rag and began wiping at the now cool, sticky mess covering my upper body. As I slowly wiped away the proof of what we had just done, my mind wandered to the night before when Cass and I had made love for what he’d called our first time.
His simple yet powerful declaration had taken something from me. Something I’d been happy to say goodbye to for the rest of my life.
The voice.
The insidious voice in my head that had told me it was okay to go to places like Tank’s and let guys fuck me. The voice that never failed to remind me that I’d never again be able to do the job I’d worked so hard for and that had made my father beam with pride. Then it would conveniently remind me that the pursuit of becoming a cop hadn’t been my dream and that I’d been too much of a coward to take my father’s dream away from him.