Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
I’m dying.
I’m dead.
I’m never letting this girl out of my sight again.
“So you’ll let me come in your mouth, but you won’t let me kiss you there.”
Lainey sucks my tip into her mouth. My balls contract at the way her cheeks hollow out. Letting me go, she replies, “Nope.”
“That makes no sense.”
“Colton, none of this makes any sense. Let’s just roll with it, yeah?”
I can’t help but laugh at her use of my, er, most used word. One of them anyway. Even if my first thought is, honey, I haven’t kissed someone in a long-ass time, and I’d love to feel the butterflies again. Just once.
Just so I know I’m not totally numb.
“I just want it noted that I like—fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”
She’s curling her hand around my length while taking me in her mouth at the same time. She gives me a squeeze, then a tug, and sucks on my head. Hard.
Then she takes me deeper.
Deeper. Head bobbing enthusiastically, like she’s actually enjoying this and not doing it just to check off a box. This is all so obscene: my dick in her mouth, the taste of her cunt on my tongue. Her hair falling in her face as she dips. Comes back up. Dips again. Faster this time.
Best.
Head.
Of.
My goddamn life.
I don’t worry about turning her off because I know her now. She likes to be pushed. Likes a challenge.
So I continue our lewd streak and slide my hand into her hair, cupping the back of her head.
“You suck dick like you mean it.” I don’t recognize my voice. It’s dark, singed, like my vocal cords have been raked over hot coals. “Can you go a little deeper, honey? Impress me with what you can do?”
Her eyes are fierce as she bobs down deep. I hit the back of her throat.
I grit my teeth, moaning. “You make it real fucking hard not to come. But Imma make you work for it. You ready?”
She gives me a look. Show me what you got.
I cup the back of her head. Then I push her down. At the same time, I rock my hips and watch, heart in my throat, as her mouth and jaw and throat open to take me.
She gags. I go still. Wait for her to pull back. Tell me it’s too much.
Instead, she looks me in the eye and bobs down again. Gags again. Tears leak out of her eyes.
Her mouth is so hot and so soft and so tight. A searing bolt of need rips through me, and I can’t breathe.
“Aw, baby,” I murmur, wiping the tears away with my thumb. “I’m gonna come down your throat. I’m gonna come. Be ready.”
I’m not ready. Not for this to end. Not for the fallout.
Because there will be fallout. This is too good. Too…intimate, as much as that word makes me wanna cringe. We’re not kissing. But we are baring parts of ourselves that we’ve both kept hidden up until now.
I’m gonna want more. More head, sure, but more secrets too. Because when she shares her secrets, I feel safe to share mine too. And that sense of safety, of being known, makes me feel…
Less ashamed.
Less alone.
Lainey gives my shaft a tight tug as she sucks on me. Her strokes become faster. I rock my hips, fucking her mouth in earnest.
She doesn’t so much as blink.
“You said you swallow”—I moan—“so you’d better fucking swallow it all, yeah? Don’t make a mess.”
She’s already made a mess of you, and you know it.
My balls contract. Light shoots up my length, and I spill into her mouth while biting back a shout.
Fuck. My God. Baby. Lainey. Yes.
Lainey gags but swallows. Deep gulps that I feel everywhere. My entire being throbs in time to her throat as she works to take me like she promised.
Girl keeps her promises.
The orgasm splits me clean in half. My chest floats. My legs are dead weight.
Lainey, being the overachiever she is, swallows the last of me, then slowly pulls back, stopping to comfort my tip with a swipe of her tongue before she releases me.
“That”—she kisses my tip now, licking her swollen lips—“meet your swallowing standards?”
A ticklish sensation fills my chest as I laugh. Butterflies.
She falls back on her haunches, a happy, almost bewildered look in her eyes.
I should run.
Instead, I take her face in my hand and run my thumb over her bottom lip. “You’re somethin’ else, Dallas.”
“Fort Worth.”
“Right.” I dip my thumb inside her mouth. My body may be wrecked right now, but my blood still jumps when she sucks on me. “Yes. That was…extra.”
She laughs, her eyes going wide as she pulls back, my thumb falling out of her mouth. “Extra?”
“In a good way. A great way.”
“You do taste good.” The woman has the audacity to lick one side of her mouth, then the other. Like she’s searching for crumbs. “For the record.”