Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Glenn,” he whispered as I lifted them off and let them drop to a puddle around his ankles.
“Just let me,” I groaned, my breath catching as I wet my lips before parting them, opening for the wide mushroom head of his gorgeous cock. He was silky on my tongue, hot and slippery, and that, combined with the smell of soap on his sleek skin and the musky, earthy scent of his groin, made me ache to have him.
“You have no idea what you… Fuck, Glenn… You’re so… Just give in already. Lemme have you.”
Funny. That was exactly what I wanted myself.
I had no gag reflex at all, never had, and from practicing on the toys I had at home—locked safely away from the prying eyes of any houseguests—I had confirmed how good at swallowing I would be, if nothing else. At the moment, though, I was glad there was no hesitancy in me because the filthy, choked moan that came out of Mac’s diaphragm when I swallowed him down the back of my throat told me all I needed to know.
I had no technique, had in fact only been on the receiving end of this maneuver, but my rough, fumbling, untrained enthusiasm was apparently more than appreciated. His fingers in my hair—tugging as I licked and sucked, laved, and dragged my teeth carefully down the side of his heavily veined shaft—directed my movement and pressure and pace, letting me know he was enjoying my efforts.
“Jesus, Glenn, I’m gonna kill whoever taught you how to do these things with your mouth. Right after I thank them.”
I licked him from balls to head, then sucked hard and sloppily on his glans a second before deep throating him once more.
“Fuck!” he huffed, jolting in my mouth, driving down a second before he sucked in air through his nose. “It’s like you’re a virgin with the skills of a whore.”
I snickered, smiling around his cock, humming a second, making his balls vibrate before I let his shaft slip from between my lips. “I haven’t been a virgin since I was fifteen years old.”
“You’ve never been with a man, though, have you?” he said, sliding his precum-and-saliva-dripping cock across my bottom lip.
I opened, and he pushed in and out as I felt my cock thicken to an almost painful hardness at what I was allowing.
“How the fuck do you—stop,” he croaked out, fingers threaded in my hair, holding tight. “I’m gonna come if you—”
I made the suction stronger, faster, and took hold of his ass, grazing his cleft with my fingers, parting his cheeks slightly as he hammered into my mouth.
He was beautiful when he came, head back, eyes closed, biting his bottom lip, all those beautiful muscles clenched at once as his gorgeous chest froze with his held breath. The hot spill against the back of my throat was thick and briny but not bad, and I drank him down and stayed there, still, until he slowly withdrew.
When his eyes fluttered open, I smiled up at him, more than a little proud of myself.
“You made a huge mistake,” he informed me, cupping my face in his hands as he dropped to his knees and recaptured my lips.
Mistake? As far as I was concerned, with how I was being rewarded, I couldn’t think of one wrong turn I’d made.
The kiss was to taste me and rub his tongue over mine, and when he took me in hand, sliding his thumb over the dripping head of my cock, the mewling cry that tore out of me was involuntary.
“What”—I gasped—“mistake?”
He broke the kiss to look at me. “You gave in. Ain’t never lettin’ you go now.”
That didn’t sound like anything to be sorry about.
“Does your side hurt?” His voice was filled with concern.
“What?” I breathed in his air, inhaling his scent, wanting him all over me but unsure how to get him there. Did I shove him down, take what I wanted?
“Are you in pain?”
“Only from blue balls,” I teased.
He was not taking the bait. We would not be engaging in our normal banter. “Have you ever been fucked?”
I was startled and tried to put more distance between us so I could see his face. “I—no. You have to let me have you.”
He studied me a second. “If that’s what you want,” he said, kissing me again until I forgot what we were talking about, lost in the taste of him.
I was always a top, and yes, I’d only ever been with women, but I figured there would be a guy, beautiful, smaller than me, and I would be… But I’d watched a lot of porn, and even though I knew it wasn’t like that in real life, what I saw were Hulk-sized guys mounted by men considerably smaller and not built like body builders. So I knew size, in and of itself, was no indicator of anything. There were power bottoms and submissive tops, and if you saw them walking down the street together, you would have maybe thought the reverse were true. But really no one knew.