Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Landon, stop!” he hissed. “Don’t stop. Oh, shit. It’s too much—way too much. I’m gonna come. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna—”
His warm, salty come coated my mouth and slid down my throat…every delicious drop. He mumbled incoherent words as the orgasm overtook him. When I felt his body start to collapse, I tossed him over my shoulder, walked to the velvet couch, and gently placed him on it. Sitting on the coffee table, I positioned each leg on either side of me. It wasn’t enough; I needed more. I needed to see more.
While he appeared semi-conscious, I spread his legs as wide as possible and then pushed his knees toward his chest, exposing his hole, balls, and limp cock to my starving eyes. His hole still quivered and caused the base of the plug to shift slightly every few seconds.
Damn.
Goddamn.
That uncontrolled movement was fucking sexy.
“I—I—I don’t know if I can breathe, Landon,” he mumbled. “I sure as hell know I can’t walk. Hell, I may never walk again.” His bright blue eyes locked with mine. “Is it always like that? I’ve never come that hard before. Never. Ever.” One of his hands reached down and fumbled around until his fingers closed around the base of the plug. “See? I’m still quaking. What the fuck, Landon? What are you doing to me?”
There really was bewilderment in his voice. It was that sound of shock that gave me the strength to pull my eyes away from his fingers as they played with the base of the toy. “What do you mean, babe? It was a blow job with some ass-play.” I tried to downplay it so he wouldn’t know that it was, hands-down, the most fulfilling sexual experience in my life and my cock hadn’t been touched one damn time. I grinned. “I guess you enjoyed my idea of foreplay?”
His eyes widened. “That’s fucking foreplay? If that’s foreplay, there’s no way I’ll survive the real thing. Damn, Landon; that was…I don’t know what the hell it was, but I’m afraid there’s a good chance I’m addicted to it.”
Laughing, I said, “Okay, time’s almost up. You wanna pull the toy out or shall I do it?” Arching a brow at him, I added, “And if I get a vote, I’d fucking enjoy watching you pull it out.”
“But I thought I had to wear it all day?”
“I wouldn’t do that to you, Micah. That would simply be cruel and very uncomfortable.”
His frown deepened. “The plug was some kind of test? You didn’t think I’d do it, did you? Smartass; I guess I showed you.”
“I guess you did,” I answered. “I’d also like you to show me how it looks when you pull that plug out of your hole.”
“I would have honestly taken you for a tight-ass, Mr. Honeycutt. Look at you, though; all nasty and kinky. I like it.”
This wasn’t me. Micah brought out a side of me that had been hidden forever. It was new. Fresh. Like Micah said—kinky.
“I like it, too. Now, show me how well stretched you are.”
*****
Jinx
“Fuck,” I murmured as my stupid brain immediately conjured up a picture of how I looked at the moment. I’d never really been a super sexual person. Suddenly, I was. “I want to see it, too,” I whispered, embarrassed that I’d actually spoken the words out loud. Embarrassed until I saw his green eyes widen in disbelief and then darken with something much more…carnal. “Camera on your phone?” I suggested.
Cell phone cameras—one of the biggest weapons used against celebrities and other poor unfortunate people caught up in the world of fame. People like me. My father had preached and preached it into my head, beginning at an early age and continuing to the last time he spoke to me. He worried only about how illicit pictures might damage my career and ability to make money to add to the already ridiculous amount my family banked. Never trust anyone, he’d barked to me more times than I could count. If anyone takes your fucking picture, then you get paid for it!
On the other hand, my father was fucking greedy.
“You sure about that?” Landon asked. “That isn’t exactly safe, Micah. People can take advantage of you, use you, and become obsessed with you. If personal pictures fall into the wrong hands, it can damage you. I don’t want that to ever happen to you, babe.”
Me…not a fucking word about my money or career.
“Take it, Landon. Take the picture for us. I never want to forget this moment and I trust you with my life, so I definitely trust you with a picture of my ass.” Then I giggled nervously and added, “Well, my ass and everything else, huh.”
Slowly, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and held it in front of me. “Damn, Micah. I want you to know you’re killing this old man. You’re not only the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on, but you are the fucking sexiest, too.” His finger swiped the screen and he asked, “Video, okay?”