Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103141 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
I’ve seen him soft over the last week, but never hard as stone the way he is now. His dick is definitely a thing of beauty—thick and veiny, the head flushed darker than the rest, balls heavy and full, his pubes dark and wispy. He has thick dark hair on his thighs, and I again wish I could take off his shirt and bury my face between his pecs and the dark hair I know he has there, too.
“You have a pretty cock,” I tell him, stroking it, watching precum pearl at the tip.
“Yeah?” Rian asks. “I’ve never thought of a dick as pretty before, but it’s hungry for your mouth.”
My smile starts in my chest, then finds its way to my lips. “Good thing I’m hungry for it too.”
I lower my face to his nuts first, breathe in the earthy, musky scent of him, so fucking glad that we’re not doing this for the first time right after a shower.
I only want the scent of Rian, the taste of Rian, and I get my first sample when my tongue slips out, lashing against his full balls.
“Oh fuck,” I say, then do it again, licking and sucking at his sac, and I already feel like I’m getting drunk off him. I make quick work of getting to his dick, tongue flicking along the base before I slide up his delicious shaft, not stopping until I get to the tip.
When I look up at him, Rian is staring down at me, an almost lightness to his eyes that I’ve never seen before. It’s there, though—the pleasure and openness, mixed with desire.
I give him what we both want, sucking his crown into my mouth, taking him deeper, bobbing on his lip-stretching cock, hands on his thighs, one of his in my hair.
Our eyes stay locked as I suck him, swallowing around him when he hits the back of my throat. I don’t know if it’s the situation, Rian, or if there’s something wrong with me that I never realized before, but this is the hottest moment of my life—outside, hard wood against my knees, sucking the dick of a man who I absolutely shouldn’t want but somehow do.
The hairs on his thigh are rough against my palm as I slide my hand up to his balls, playing with them, testing the weight of them as I enjoy the mouthwatering cock between my lips right now.
I’m throbbing harder and harder the more I suck him, my own orgasm teasing me. I’ve always enjoyed sucking dick, but doing it to this man, seeing the way his mouth drops open, his pupils nearly taking over the green of his irises, and the…care with which he looks at me, makes the pleasure more potent.
“Jesus, you’re killing me. You look so sexy on your knees for me, your mouth full of my cock. Why do I want you?” The question is asked softer than the rest of his words, filled with honest wonder.
I pull off his dick, kiss the tip, swirl my tongue around the head.
“I don’t know why I want you either,” I admit, giving his cock another gentle press of my lips, this one down the side. “But I do.” Another kiss on the other side. “Give me pleasure, Rian. If you’re going to kill me, you at least owe me that. Make me feel good before you do it.” Another kiss.
His nostrils flare, and then he’s rubbing his dick all over my face, the way he’d done with his fingers not long ago. I lick the parts of him I can reach, but it doesn’t last long, and Rian is pushing his cock into my mouth again.
“You deserve better than this, better than me, but I’ve never claimed to be a good man. If you want me, I’m going to fucking give myself to you, because lord help me, I crave you.”
When he pulls back, I don’t hold back from telling him exactly what I want. “Come on my face,” I say, the surprise seemingly making him pull back farther. “I want it. I like it. I want you to give it to me, Rian. Mark me. Make me feel like I belong to someone.” Because I never have, have I? Felt that way? Hell, maybe I never wanted it until this moment either. It might be because I realized now that I have no meaningful relationships in my life, that I’ve never really mattered to anyone outside of what I can do for them in the operating room, and in a strange, fucked-up way, this will make me feel like I’m Rian’s.
“Make yourself come too. I want to see you lose control,” he says firmly, his voice not leaving room for discussion, though it’s not as if I’m going to argue anyway. I open my pants and shove those and my underwear down.