Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
As he dropped his shirt and T-shirt on the floor, Pierce toed out of his shoes. His hands moved to his belt, and one seductive eyebrow lifted. “Are you going to get undressed, or is that my job?”
He was right. I could let him tackle my clothes, but it would mean waiting that much longer to have my bare skin touching his.
Jumping up, I pulled my sweater off. “I was enjoying the scenery.” My words came out muffled under the thick fabric.
The moment my head popped out of the sweater and I held it aloft, Pierce struck. He lunged, scooping me up under my legs and shoving me into the mattress. My yelp turned into a moan as that wicked mouth opened over my cock, sending his hot breath through my pants to tease me in the most delicious way. He slid my legs onto his shoulders and continued mouthing my dick through my pants as his hands moved up to pluck at the belt and button.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I groaned as the heat raced through me. Such perfect torture. So close.
Pierce lifted when my pants were open, and he stepped away to remove my shoes, socks, pants, and underwear. I was left with only a thin T-shirt I’d been wearing under my sweater, but it was forgotten completely as he turned those dark eyes on me. His stare was unwavering from my face as he kissed his way down the inside of my leg. A whimper broke from my throat as he placed my legs on his shoulders again and braced his hands on either side of my hips. He paused, that fiery gaze devouring me as he lowered his head to lick a long, slow stripe up my dick.
The moan that tumbled out of me came from the very bottom of my soul. I would never survive this. No one had ever turned me on so completely, leaving me so that I was practically trembling on the edge of coming, and we’d just gotten started.
That wicked tongue swirled around the head of my cock before he took it into his mouth. He licked and sucked the tip, tonguing the slit until I was babbling nonsense.
“Pierce! Suck it, Pierce!” I sobbed, unable to take the torture a second longer.
Thankfully, he gave in and took my dick in my mouth, all the way to the back of his throat. His lips tightened on the root while the flat of his tongue caressed the length.
Oh, fuck. I was gonna die. This was going to kill me. I didn’t care. It was the very best way to go. My entire body was tight and tingling. I couldn’t lie still. Needed to move.
Tangling my fingers in his hair, I thrust into his mouth, moving in and out so that I was fucking his perfect face. Pierce groaned, and a look of pure pleasure washed over his features. I almost lost it right then. I wanted to come down his throat, to have him swallow every bit of me.
Pierce must have had the same thought, because he picked up the pace of his bobbing on my dick. My orgasm prickled and ate at my self-control, threatening to break free. A needy sound cracked from my throat, and I tried to pull him off.
“I’m close. Too close,” I warned, but Pierce grunted and doubled his efforts, sucking harder and moving faster. “I-I can’t—”
But it was too late. The orgasm scorched through me in a flash, burning me so that my toes curled in the sheets and the world turned white. I shouted Pierce’s name, lost to the blinding ecstasy as I poured myself into his mouth.
As my orgasm subsided, Pierce licked my cock clean and allowed it to slide from his swollen lips. A shiver ran through me, my entire body sated and so very sensitive. That devil stood above me, that wicked tongue sweeping across his lips as if checking to make sure he didn’t miss a drop.
“That was the overture,” Pierce announced, his voice rough and husky. Even though I had come, that voice sent a chill through me and stoked my libido back to life.
He turned away to dig into the top drawer of his nightstand. He tossed a bottle of lube and a condom to the bed before taking a moment to shuck the last of his clothes. When he crawled into bed with me, he was naked. Only one lamp burned in the room, and now the warm light and thin shadows caressed his muscular body. Even after all these years, he remained lean and hard, as if he had never stopped his training from college.
My eyes followed the dark dusting of hair across his pecs to the thin trail that led to his hard cock. Everything about him was perfect, and he was now all mine. No one else would ever touch him. But then, no one would ever treasure him like I did.