Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Rung One. If a girl aims to give a man at least a pleasurable blowjob (which should be a baseline goal, or else why is she putting a cock into her mouth, for crying out loud?), then she’s gotta lick and suck that guy’s dick like she’s got heatstroke and it’s a popsicle on a summer day.
Rung Two. If a girl wants to give a man a pleasurable and highly memorable blowjob (which, again, should be every girl’s goal—because sucking a man’s dick and then being forgotten is definitely not something to aspire to in life), then she’s gotta lick and suck that man’s dick plus his balls and she’s gotta do it all like she’s been bitten by a rattlesnake and his dick and balls contain the antidote to the venom.
Based on conversations with friends and articles I’ve read in Cosmo, I’d venture to guess that’s where most girls stop climbing the ladder of pleasure—at Rung Two.
But I’m not most girls. In fact, I’m exactly what Josh accused me of being: I’m a frickin’ terrorist. If I’m gonna give head, then by God, I’m gonna make the owner of that dick and balls fall head over heels in love with me.
Which brings me to Rung Three. At rung three, a girl’s gotta do all of the above, plus fondle every freakin’ inch of his jewels and back forty and taint, including massaging his asshole (and fingering it if he seems into it); plus she’s gotta grip his shaft like it’s a life preserver and she’s a woman-overboard in stormy seas. But she can’t stop there. Hell no. She’s also gotta suck on his tip like it’s liquid chocolate. Take his balls into her mouth while pumping his shaft and swirling her tongue on his tip and licking and sucking his little hole like she’s high on meth and she thinks that hole is spurting more juice.
I’ve just reached the third rung of the ladder on Josh.
He moans like a dying buffalo.
Clearly, he’s thoroughly enjoying his Katherine Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience.
And, holy hell, so am I. Oh my, yes. So am I. In fact, I’m getting off on doing this for Josh almost as much as if he were doing the same for me between my legs. This is new. I’ve never felt quite this turned on before while giving head. Oh my God. I think I’m gonna come.
Oh my hell. I think it’s time to identify a fourth rung on the ladder of pleasure: doing all of the above things in a hot, steamy shower with the sexiest man alive, Joshua William Faraday.
Josh releases into my mouth with a grizzly bear growl and I’m surprised to realize I’m coming too, right along with him. Wow, that’s a first. A truly delectable first.
When I’m done, and Josh’s hard-on has stopped jerking and rippling in my mouth, I stand up and get a long mouthful of hot water from the showerhead, loosen my jaw, and turn back to him.
His eyes are on fire. He kisses me greedily, shaking with an aftershock. “Oh my God, Kat. That was... Thank you.” He kisses my nipple and begins to kneel, obviously intending to return the favor.
“Hang on,” I say, touching his shoulder. “I’m good.”
He looks up at me, surprised.
“We’ve got to get downstairs to meet Henn,” I say.
“But I wanna get you off, too,” he says, grinning. “It’s only fair.”
“Oh, I came. Like a freight train. While I was swallowing.”
His face ignites. “Are you serious?”
I smile and nod.
“Oh my God. You’re amazing.” He straightens up. “You’re a unicorn, Kat. You’re... oh my God.” He’s in a frenzy. “What planet are you from? You’re amazing.”
“Hey, I’ll certainly take a rain check, though,” I say. “When we have more time, maybe you can try to beat me at my own game.” I wink. “A little competition never hurt anyone.”
He smiles lasciviously. “Oh, Party Girl. You’re on. I look forward to it.”
7
KAT
Josh turns off the water and we step out of the shower together.
“So what’s the second half of the story of your fish tattoo?” I ask.
He hands me a towel and I begin drying myself.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry. I got distracted. Again.” He laughs and towels himself off. “You seem to have that effect on me.” He takes a deep breath. “The tattoo represents something my mom always used to say to Jonas and me.” He grabs his pants off the floor of the bathroom and begins dressing. “I don’t actually have a ton of coherent memories about my mom—we were pretty little when she died—but one thing I remember really clearly is she always called Jonas and me her ‘little fishies’—because, you know, we’re Pisces.” He flashes me a huge smile. “My dad said she loved astrology. Just like you.”
My heart leaps. “Oh, cool,” I say, but on the inside, I’m kind of freaking out to share this similarity with his mother.