Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
“You’ll be fine.” She pats my arm as if I’m getting blood drawn. “And I promise you’ll still be straight when I’m done with you.”
She stops and tilts her head and then shrugs.
“I mean… I guess? I’ve only ever pegged bi guys. At least you know my feelings won’t change if you are queer after this,” she says with a straight face and dancing eyes. “I’ll be a safe space for you.”
“You got jokes, I see. As if I’m not nervous enough.”
“Just relax and bear down when I tell you to.”
“Did you say bear down?” I swipe a hand over my face. “Babe.”
She quietly cackles, lowering her head to my chest and shaking against me. I pinch her arm and she yelps, “Ow!”
“Stop laughing at me,” I say, but my lips fight off a smile because she’s so adorable like this.
“Sorry.” She firms her mouth and sobers. “Ready?”
“Go for it.”
“Lie down.” She presses my shoulder and gently urges my back to the bed.
My heart is racing. I’m not even thirty-five, so I’ve never had a prostate exam. I know it exists, but me and that gland, we are not well acquainted.
Yet.
“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” Verity says, surprising me by mouthing my Adam’s apple. It’s so simple and shouldn’t feel so good, but she’s doing this thing with her tongue. By the time she’s moved on to my ears, I’m convinced my Adam’s apple is an erogenous zone. She pays the same homage to my neck and collarbone, dusting open-mouth kisses over my rib cage while twisting my nipples. My body is a live wire, and by the time she takes me into her mouth, I’m already blissed out.
“Damn, that’s good, Vee,” I rasp, spreading my legs to give her more room to settle between them. I let my eyes roam down my chest and abs to meet her eyes, locked with mine, my dick in her mouth. The way she sucks the tip and pushes her tongue into the slit, but strokes the base.
“You keep doing that, I won’t last for the butt stuff,” I joke, my voice coming out husky and unsteady.
She pulls off with a pop, her eyes lighting with mischief as she reaches for the dildo again, already shiny and slick.
“Do you trust me?” she asks, and her eyes find mine, some of the humor fading.
Considering our past, what we’ve been through, what I believed—that’s a loaded question, one I’ll never take lightly. I thread my fingers into the curls at her nape, my smile coming quickly despite this new territory I’m not sure about. “You know I do.”
“Okay then.” She rubs my thigh soothingly. “I’m going to spread you a little, first with my fingers.”
“The fuck?” I sit up on reflex, but her hand presses my chest, sending me back to the bed.
“Just a little. It might feel like some pressure, but I’m just getting you—”
“How about you don’t talk me through every step. Just… do what you need to do.”
“I promise it’ll feel good,” she says, and slides one slick finger slowly in just a little.
I tense immediately and she stops.
“I need you to relax,” she says, holding my eyes with hers. “And let me in.”
I take a deep breath and force myself to relax completely, letting her push in a few centimeters more. She takes a few minutes, working in a little deeper and then adding a second finger, scissoring them, spreading me. After a few seconds, she takes my dick back into her mouth. It distracts me from the pressure, the nudging at my hole, and I lose myself again in the wet heat of her mouth.
I don’t know exactly when it starts to feel better, easier, but by the time she eases the toy inside, my balls are so full, my dick is so hard, and I’m so on the edge, I barely notice.
Until I do.
“Shit!” I bow up off the bed, instinctively resisting the intrusion. “That’s… a lot, Vee.”
“It’s okay,” she whispers, kissing my knee, my leg, caressing my balls. “I got you. It’s already in. I’m gonna push in just a lil’ bit more.”
More?
She breaches the first ring of muscle, and my breath stutters in my chest. It’s so much pressure.
“Now bear down,” she instructs.
I do, and it eases in a little more. She pushes in and out, shallow thrusts that build some kind of new heat in my belly.
“Oh,” I breathe. “Okay.”
I’m not sure if it feels good or if I’m just imagining that line of fire building from the base of my spine and fanning out over what feels like my whole body. And then the toy hits… something inside of me that lifts my hips up off the mattress.
“Holy shit!” I yell. “What was…”
She hits it again, and again, and again, as if now that she knows where to aim she’ll just target that until-now-hidden spot inside me that has my eyes crossing and my fists clenching the sheets.