Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I had no idea if sex would ever even be something to happen in my life, and now here I am, on my knees, going down on the hottest man in this damn town. I want to make him come, I want to hear those sexy grunts, and I want to see the face he makes when I swallow his spunk.
A salty flavor spreads across my tongue as I bob my head, trying to take in more of him, and if his cum tastes anything like this, I want him to call me whenever he needs to get off.
A shiver of delight and embarrassment courses through me at those thoughts, but I can’t help it. He’s perfection, and I want to be the vessel for his lust. I want him to get addicted to me and suffer sleepless nights just because I’m not in his bed.
“Yeah, suck it, take it deeper,” Saint whispers, swallowing as I clutch his pants, holding him in place, already hooked on the warmth of his hard dick, on its weight on my tongue.
His wish is my command. I may have zero experience, but at the moment, my desire is enough to guide me. Saint squeezes the hair at the back of my head a bit tighter, and drives his cock in deeper with a slow thrust of hips. His dick is so hot on my tongue as it pulses to the rhythm of his heartbeat, and I can only hope to give him an experience he’ll be coming back for.
My own arousal is on the backburner when I focus on allowing him deeper into my mouth, but I still gag a little when his cockhead prods at my throat, a sensation that is so confusingly hot I reach down and squeeze myself through my pants.
It should be an uncomfortable sensation, and it is, but something about it speaks to my lizard brain and makes me want more. I want to drive him mad.
At this point, I’m steaming up in my winter jacket, so I quickly unzip and push it off, with that hard dick moving up and down my palate, prodding for entrance yet withdrawing as soon as I choke. My cock is so stiff it might rip a hole in my pants, so I rub it a bit more while Saint fucks my lips. There's something illicit about the smacking noises my mouth makes as I suck on him, but I don’t give a damn about it being lewd or embarrassing. Maybe I’m a pervert who likes getting it in a public place?
I’m pretty sure I just heard someone turn on the TV in their apartment, and I don’t even care that it might be an attempt to block out the two dudes fucking in the hallway, because all I can think of is sucking Saint dry. On my knees in front of him, I’m no longer a pathetic victim unable to keep himself safe. I am someone worthy of desire. Someone attractive enough to lure a hunk like Saint, even if just this one time.
“Oh fuck… Such… pretty lips,” he huffs, making me look up, hungry for praise.
I’ve been so engrossed in his dick, its scent and flavor, that I’ve forgotten about anything else, but meeting his eyes is exhilarating. Only half his face is visible thanks to the colorful ambience outside, but the dark flush covering his skin is unmistakable. When he bites his lip to hold in a moan while driving into my mouth faster, he’s a fucking vision. I slide my hand under his sweater, and he feels just as I expected. Rock hard with a dusting of hair. My favorite kind of man, in theory at least, and reality is outperforming my fantasies in every way.
Need has me whimpering softly as we work together for his pleasure. Even drunk on arousal, I can sense him getting harder, his movements becoming more erratic, and then, he pulls my head back by the hair. I stick out my tongue, desperate for another taste of him, but he steadies himself, working his dick at a frantic pace. “You want to swallow?” he rasps, touching my tongue with his cockhead.
“I want to taste you,” I mumble. My lips caress his cock as I speak, and I don’t know whether I should focus on the way it drips pre-cum, or at the handsome face above. Saint’s eyebrows are drawn, and there’s a new intensity in his eyes now, a darkness I’m more than happy to embrace.
He nods, but his face stiffens as he stares at me like a hawk about to hunt down a mouse. The little hiss he makes warns me moments before the first jet of cum splashes on my tongue, and as it’s followed by several more, I shiver, swallowing the thick spunk. I’ll need to get used to the taste, but that doesn’t matter. I still want him to do this again. I want him to ravish me over and over.