Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Licking into his mouth, I tasted the spearmint on his breath from his toothpaste and traced the softness of his mouth. My hands fumbled with the button on his jeans until I got them undone and could shove them down his thighs with his boxers. He toed off his boots, never breaking our kiss.
We parted so I could tug his shirt over his head, and then, while still fully clothed, I stood back and just admired the beautiful, naked man in front of me. Scars covered his chest from years of surviving the streets and the rough neighborhood he’d grown up in. I knew there were more on his back. But beneath all that was a man worthy of everything good the universe had to offer.
My gaze lowered to his flat stomach. He never worked hard to have prominent abs like some of the other guys, which I fucking loved. He was just natural and comfortable in his own body. A trail of hair led to the neatly trimmed curls around the base of his cock, a cock that was standing hard and proud, a bead of precum already lingering on the tip.
I wanted to taste him so fucking badly. To worship him before I took him apart and fucked him like I hated him. Needed him to know that I truly did care about him before I got inside of him and made him feel otherwise.
“Sit on the bed,” I rasped. “And spread those thighs for me, baby.”
He dropped onto the edge of the bed and spread his hair-roughened thighs for me obediently, not missing a fucking beat. And when I dropped to my knees between them, he trembled. Flicking a smirk up at him, I said, “You better not come, baby.” And then, I was wrapping my lips around his flushed tip and swiping my tongue over him, licking up the precum there.
His moan filled the room, echoing off the walls, and that was all the encouragement I needed to suck him to the back of my throat.
7
Drew
His lips around my cock was pure fucking heaven. I couldn’t rip my eyes away from the erotic image Nicholas made. On his knees before me, his fingers splayed out over my thighs, still fully clothed, he was hot as fuck. The hottest damn thing I’d ever seen, honestly. Porn had nothing on Dr. Nicholas Allman kneeling before me with my cock splitting his pretty lips apart.
“Doc…” I rasped, my fingers spearing into his hair. He groaned around me, the sound vibrating right down to my balls. How did he expect me not to come when I was already about to burst at the fucking seams? As it was, my balls were already drawing up tight against my dick. Those noises he made were going to drive me straight over the edge.
I hadn’t been touched by another man in years. It was a miracle I hadn’t already busted my nut, especially with how wicked his mouth was. Not watching him deep throat me would probably help, but how the hell was I supposed to look away from this man when he was worshiping me so fucking well?
I groaned, my thighs trembling. I was going to come. There was no fucking way I could stop it. A mix between a moan and a sob ripped from my chest, and then, Nicholas popped off me and licked his lips, his eyes gleaming. I whined, my balls aching. I needed to come so goddamn bad, and he was denying me. Why the fuck was he denying me? Why couldn’t I come?
“Doc,” I pleaded. I wasn’t above begging. I was desperate. I’d wanted this for so fucking long.
He shook his head and rose to his feet before yanking open his nightstand drawer and tugging out a half-used bottle of lube. My heart slammed against my chest bone when he cracked the lid open and ran his eyes over me. “Lay down and pull your legs back for me, baby,” he urged. “I need to stretch you open.”
Oh, fuck. We were doing this. We were really doing this. I thought I’d have to work a lot harder to make Nicholas give in, but nope. All it’d taken was a small fight and me losing my fucking mind and kissing him. And just like that, not only had he caved, but he’d fucking taken control. And I was all-too-ready to obey him and give him whatever he asked of me.
I quickly laid back, keeping my ass on the edge of the bed, and hooked my swollen, throbbing hands behind my knees, pulling them back and spreading myself wide for him. My balls were heavy, throbbing with the need to come, but maybe Nicholas didn’t want me coming until he was inside of me. And fuck, if that was what he had planned, I was one hundred percent on board. Fuck yes, I wanted to come with his cock buried deep inside of me.