Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
I kick my shoes to the floor followed by my jeans and shirt, curling up behind her in black boxer briefs. Most of the time, I sleep naked. But until Taylor is used to seeing my monster cock, I’ll sleep in my underwear. I don’t want to scare her off.
After I get comfortable, I wrap my arm around her stomach. Dirty thoughts race through my head. The itch in my groin will not quit, so I try to think of anything other than her firm ass pressing against my cock.
“Good night, beautiful,” I whisper in her ear.
She closes her hand over mine and holds it over her stomach. “Night, handsome.”
Within seconds of my head hitting the pillow, I’m out, and I sleep so soundly I don’t even remember dreaming about anyone other than Taylor.
Chapter 11
Taylor
When I wake up, our faces are inches apart. His warm breath softly brushing my lips. He’s beautiful when he’s sleeping, so damn perfect I feel inadequate compared to him. It still blows my mind that someone this perfect can have so many insecurities, and that he lets me into his world.
He opens one eye, his long, dark lashes caressing his skin. “Are you staring at me?”
I slide my thumb along his cheek and smile. “Yep. You got a problem with it, buddy?”
“No.” He laughs, rolling onto his back to reveal his chiseled abs and muscular arms that instantly distract me. “Maybe take a pic while you’re at it.”
“You love having your picture taken, don’t you?” I stick my tongue out at him. “With your body, you’re never shy.”
“Go ahead,” he urges, a smirk turning up the right corner of his mouth. “This way you have something to look at when you play with your pussy at night.”
“Drake,” I shout and smack him on the arm. “You’re so dirty.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t touch yourself.”
“I do, but—”
“But what? You either do or you don’t.” He grabs his cock that’s hard. I have to get used to waking up next to a man. Following my line of sight, he pulls his cock through the slit in his boxers. “Here, take a pic. You’re my girlfriend now. You should have something to look at while you get off.”
I snort at his comment. “Like all the other girls? You know, now that we’re together, I wish I could go around campus and delete those pics from all of their cell phones. I don’t want anyone to see you but me.”
“You’re so possessive.” He strokes his cock, his eyes fixed on me, a wicked expression crossing his face. “C’mere.”
I suck on my thumb for a second, leaving just enough spit, and then lean over to roll it over the head of his cock. Staring into his eyes, I continue massaging him while he pumps his shaft. “What do you want, Drake?”
“Give me your mouth,” he hisses. Taking my hesitation as a no, he adds, “Please, Taylor. Just lick my cock. I want to feel your mouth.”
“I can’t fit all of you in my mouth.”
He shoots me a look that says, No, shit Sherlock. “I know, baby. Just the tip.”
I move my hand above his to fist his cock, helping him work his shaft, and then I get on my knees to lick the tip. He groans so loud it sounds animalistic.
Peeking up at him, I glide my tongue along his sensitive skin, tasting a little pre-cum. “Feel good.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts. “A little more, baby.”
Doing as he commands, I stop giving him tentative licks and take a few inches of him in my mouth. No one could ever fit all of him. It’s scientifically impossible. If I tried, I would literally choke to death.
Drake’s free hand falls to the back of my head. His fingers dig into my hair, and he pulls me closer, sliding me further down on his cock. I can feel him everywhere. I can’t stop wondering how hard it will be for us to have sex. And then I wonder why I’m even thinking of having sex with him. Maybe it’s because I have this gut feeling that Drake will be the one. I just know it. I’m already starting to care about him more than I thought possible.
With both of our hands working in harmony, we have a pleasant rhythm. We’re an excellent team in the bedroom. Right before Drake comes, his entire body trembles, his legs shaking me, causing me to lose my balance for a second. He must feel it because he tightens his grip on me.
After he comes, I sink back on my heels and wipe my mouth. He blinks a few times, staring down at our hands on his cock and then back up to my eyes.
“Good morning to you, too,” he says with a wink and a crooked grin.
“It’s only fair,” I point out. “I had a very good sleep because of your skilled tongue and fingers.”