Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Eric does as I say, then looks at me with those too blue eyes like he’s not sure what to do next. Is there a hotter thing in the world than him? I don’t think there is.
“Wrap your hand around your cock, babe. Real slow. Let me see you stroke yourself.” I must admit, I’m pretty fucking proud of how steady my voice is right now. My dick is throbbing, but more importantly, my heart thuds and my head swims. Today was incredible with our families, and now I get to see him like this. He wants me to tell him what to do while he jerks off for me, and God, it feels like no one has ever wanted me more than Eric. Can that be true, or is it wishful thinking?
He wraps his hand around his thick cock and slowly strokes up and down. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“You look incredible.”
He keeps tugging on himself, and every time my eyes pull away from him, staying on the road as much as necessary, I want to cry. I would much rather sit around and watch Eric jerk off all day every day for the rest of my life. Well, that, and ride his dick.
“I wish it was your hole wrapped around me. It’s so hot and tight in there. I swear, I’ve never felt anything as good as being inside your ass. Every day I’m angry at myself because I could have spent years inside you, could have been doing this for so fucking long, if only I’d realized I’m bi.”
While those words are fucking hot, part of me feels stung by them. I realize I don’t have a right, but I needed to hear him say he realized he wanted me, not basically saying he’s bi and could have been having men too.
“Taste it,” I tell him, gaze darting back and forth between him and the road. “I want to see you lick up that precum.” He was right when he said he has big loads. He precomes a lot too, which helps slick the way for him to be jerking himself off right now.
“Such a fucking turn-on when you tell me what to do. My bossy, bottom husband who loves it when I fuck him, but also when he gets to call the shots.”
I love you. Why can’t I say it? Probably because I’m driving down the freeway and trying not to kill us. Yes, we’ll go with that.
“Just with you,” I admit. “I would never feel comfortable doing it with anyone else. Now taste it. Then give me some.”
Eric sucks his teeth, then swipes at his tip, collecting the pearl of liquid there, before sucking his finger into his mouth. “So fucking good,” he tells me, going back to stroking himself again.
“Get me some. I want a taste too.”
Eric’s hand slides up and down his shaft, squeezing gently at the tip, getting what we both want me to have. He collects more precum, this time reaching over to me. He traces my lips, which makes my dick twitch, then pushes his finger into my mouth, and I suck it.
“Fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, D.”
“I’ve really got to get us home,” I tell him when he pulls his finger out. I take his dick in my hand, savor the feel of his hot, hard flesh, giving it a few pulls before I add, “Do it. Make yourself come and give us a snack until we get home. I’m gonna need you to be ready to fuck me.”
Eric trembles like he’s nearly bursting out of his skin. He’s not going slow anymore. He spits in his hand and jerks himself off. I whimper from the driver’s seat, wish I could watch him, basically edge myself while I hear and see and smell him take his pleasure and I try to get us home as fast as possible.
He uses his left hand to play with his balls, his right busy with his beautiful cock. Eric has the prettiest dick I’ve ever seen, flushed and thick and everything I want.
I feel his eyes on me, glance over to see his head turned my direction. He doesn’t turn away, gaze intense and hungry as he works his cock for me. That’s what it feels like, as if Eric is doing this just for me.
“God, you’re so pretty, D. I can’t believe it sometimes, how fucking pretty and perfect you are.”
My heart tries to jump out of my chest. I whip my head in his direction—okay, and maybe the car too because someone lays on the horn beside us, snapping me back to reality.
“Eric…” My voice breaks on his name. This is the absolute worst time to do this, but my mouth opens. I don’t think I can hold the words back anymore. “I—”