Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
He strokes me while we kiss. It takes everything inside me not to come right now, but there’s no way I’m finishing without him, without seeing him in all his naked glory. I force my body away from his and tug my shirt off.
Anthony scrambles to do the same with his own, both of us making quick work of our shoes, pants, and underwear. He lays himself out beneath me, all tight, olive skin, lean muscle, and the prettiest fucking cock I’ve ever seen. He has a slight curve, with full, tight balls and dark, trimmed pubes.
I run my finger up his length, from balls to tip, savoring the heat radiating off him and the way he trembles. His dick twitches, which sparks the same result in mine.
“Well?” he asks, more breathlessly than I think he wants to sound.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
He bites his bottom lip. “Come on, Flirty Boy. You can do better than that.”
He lights up a playful streak inside me, one I enjoy sharing with him. “Hmm. Is that a challenge? Okay, I’ll see what I can do.” Bending forward, I lick the crease of his left thigh, and Anthony sucks in a sharp breath. “I like that spot. I needed to know what it tasted like.”
“That specific spot?”
“And this one.” I do the same on the other side, inhaling deeply and savoring his scent.
“And?” he asks, his breathing picking up.
“I don’t know. I have to taste it again, smell it again.” I do it a second time on both sides, avoiding his cock and balls. “A little musky, just how I like it. Heady…addictive. Your skin might become my favorite dessert. Salty and sweet. The best combo.”
Just a few minutes ago I told him this wouldn’t last long, but now I’m enjoying playing with him, taking my time and trying to draw this out.
“Christ.”
“Am I getting better?” I ask, cupping his balls. “So warm and full. You’ve worked up a big load for me, haven’t you?”
“Yes.” He arches forward, writhing beneath me.
“I can’t wait to taste what you made for me with these pretty balls.”
“Jesus, Kason,” Anthony groans, making me smile. I love pleasuring the person I’m with, love drawing it out and enjoying every inch of their body, and I have a feeling doing it with Anthony will be next level. It already is. I want to please him more than any lover I’ve ever had. I want to make him feel so fucking good that he never comes down from it, that it makes him feel treasured the way he should be.
“I’m just getting started.”
“You said this would be fast.”
“I changed my mind.” I pull my hand back and lick it, not ready to give him my mouth on his cock yet. When I’m all nice and wet, I wrap my hand around his curved, cut erection and give it a slow, tight stroke. “So fucking mouthwatering. I’m dying to taste you.”
“So do it.”
“Not yet. You need to have patience. I want to tell you how sexy you are, how hard you get me, how your body is like a wet dream, and even back on that first night at Lush when I watched you dance, I wanted you. But not just your body. As delicious as it is, I’ve been trying to date you this whole time.” I continue stroking him.
“I’m never…going to live that down, am I?” His words come out choppy as he thrusts into my grasp.
“No. Can you blame me?”
“Make me come.”
“I will. I have to show you how much I want you first.”
He looks up at me, green eyes glassy and lust-filled. “What if I changed my mind about doing better than that?”
I chuckle. “Too late. Unless you tell me you want me to stop.” I rub my thumb over his glans. “Do you want me to stop, Ant?”
“No. Fuck no.”
“Good.” I keep my hand on his dick, his precum helping slick the way as I jerk him off while bending forward. I lash one nipple with my tongue, then the other, before biting and tugging it with my teeth.
“Fuck. I’ve never been so hard in my life. I’m usually better at sex than this.”
“You’re doing so good for me.”
His eyes pop open, pupils flared.
“You like that? You like me to tell you how good you are?”
“I don’t know,” he says, as if unsure what to make of this new development. Have none of his previous lovers made sure Anthony knows how irresistible he is? It’s a dichotomy I’m still trying to understand because Anthony is clearly confident in his body, his sexual appeal and abilities, but there seems to be a part of him that needs to hear it too, that needs to be made to feel the confidence he projects to the world, a part that has layers and flaws because what human doesn’t?