Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 88270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Wow!
Thick and veined, the shaft curving upward with a natural grace. The head is flushed a deep pink and glistens with a bead of precum. Why, he's magnificent. Larger, much larger than I'd guessed. I wrap my hand around the thick, throbbing base, feeling the heat of him sear my palm, and the instant jerk of response under my grip.
I stroke him slowly at first, from root to tip, my fingers gliding along the silky skin, tracing the prominent vein that pulses with his heartbeat, each throb syncing with the ache building in my own core. His moan echoes low in the quiet room, a rumble that vibrates through me, encouraging me to lean in closer. The musky scent of him intoxicates my senses—earthy, masculine, heady. I start with his balls, licking them gently, my tongue tracing the soft, heavy seam with flat, languid strokes, tasting the salty warmth of his skin as they draw up slightly under my attention. His thighs tense under my palms, muscles flexing as I suck one into my mouth with tender care, rolling it gently around my tongue. The wet sounds of my exploration mingle with his sharp gasp.
Slowly, I move up the length of him, dragging the flat of my tongue along the underside from root to tip, pressing firmly against the angry veins, feeling them throb against me like a living thing. Each beat sends a spark of heat straight to my center.
Deliberately, I linger at the head, circling it with teasing flicks.
I wait until his fingers twitch helplessly at his sides. Only then do I take him into my mouth, the smooth, hot crown sliding past my lips with a delicious stretch. Inch by inch. A snail couldn’t go slower. I swirl my tongue around him, sucking with a slow, building rhythm, my cheeks hollowing as I draw him deeper.
The first taste of him explodes on my tongue—salty, musky, utterly addictive—and I savor it as I bob my head, taking more of him with each descent. My jaw aches from his girth, but the thrill overrides it. My own arousal has soaked right through my shorts. I’m throbbing and desperate for friction. I pick up the pace, sucking harder, deeper, my own moans vibrating around him as I lose myself in the act. The air fills with the sound of wet slurps, and his ragged breaths turning to groans. His hips shift impatiently beneath me. Every pulse of him in my mouth feels amplified. The intensity builds until it's almost overwhelming. His hands restlessly thread into my hair with a grip that sends shivers down my spine.
He bursts in my mouth without much warning. Suddenly, hot, salty jets explode across my tongue in a powerful pulse that catches me off guard. The taste is like a forbidden elixir. His hips buck upward sharply, thrusting deeper, past the welcoming heat of my mouth and into my throat. His whole body trembles with the force of his release, muscles clenching beneath my hands.
He groans my name—Carolyn's name.
The call is deep and guttural, the sound raw and primal. It vibrates through the air, echoing off the glass walls like a confession in the night. It’s sending fresh chills racing across my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and neck.
His fingers twist in the loose strands of hair with urgent, almost desperate strength. The pull is just enough to sting—a sharp, pleasurable bite that grounds me amid the chaos. Another pulse follows quickly, then another, each spurt thick and relentless, filling my mouth in rhythmic waves. I swallow greedily, instinctively. Not a drop escapes; I take it all, the motion of my throat working around him amplifying the intimacy. The act makes him seem profoundly vulnerable. It is a raw sharing of forbidden pleasure in the dim moonlight. His essence claims me in a way that's both thrilling and terrifying, a deep connection that shocks me to my very core.
My body hums with unspent need, a deep, insistent vibration starting in my chest and spreading outward. It pools in my belly and builds like a storm about to break. My core clenches emptily around nothing, aching with a hollow desperation that borders on pain. My thighs press together involuntarily, seeking any friction to take away the emptiness. As his body relaxes under me and his groans fade, they serve to heighten my own denied release.
My body is still humming from the intensity as I pull back slowly. My lips feel swollen and sensitive. I rock back on my heels.
A wave of reality crashes over me like cold water, sharp and jolting, dousing the heat in my veins. This was supposed to be a simple fling without strings or complications, just a momentary escape. But the raw intensity of what we have just done leaves me reeling, my mind spinning in circles of confusion. My heart pounds erratically in my chest, each beat a frantic thud that echoes in my ears, erratic like a trapped bird fluttering against its cage. My fingers quiver as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.