Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Turns out, he was really, really good. The answer was apparent by how stiff my cock grew with every whirl of Fox’s tongue around mine. I was on my knees, hands on Fox’s tattooed chest, his lips on mine, and it was fucking bliss.
My cock throbbed between my legs. I was hard. Rock hard. And so was Fox, a thought that drove me absolutely wild. Knowing how hard he was, how hard I made him, holy… fuck.
I wanted to do so much more than kiss him. I wanted to do soo much fucking more. My cock throbbed in the air, my balls feeling tight and full. I moaned into Fox’s mouth as I could feel precome slide down the head of my cock, down onto the floor. I moved to sit, our lips still locked.
“Fuck, Jonah.” Fox said my name like it brought him pleasure. Our kiss was broken, but our connection was concrete. His eyes raked over my naked form, his hands exploring my body.
I pushed my hips in the air, needing a release. Needing Fox’s hand on my dick, jerking me off. I wanted him any fucking way I could.
And then one other realization. The last one of the night: I couldn’t do this.
As much as I wanted to do this, I couldn’t. Fox was a new coworker, he was a new friend, he was a man for fuck’s sake. I never… I mean, I’d wanted to, but I’d nev—
Fox’s hand wrapped around my cock and all thoughts disintegrated in the aftermath. A deliciously soft warmth wrapped around me and instantly drove me wild. His lips found mine again and his tongue probed my mouth, his other hand behind my head, pulling on my hair.
Inside me was the heat I’d never felt before. As if someone had packaged the sun and all the other stars and dropped it right down in the center of my core and let it burn.
It was growing stronger.
Fox began to stroke. I began to moan, louder. My thoughts were jagged, skewed. I couldn’t put a sentence together, but I could acknowledge how good Fox’s fingers traveling my length felt. I was so wet. Fox used all my precome as lube, the slick sound of wet skin on skin filling the space.
I’d never leaked this much before.
He continued to stroke. I continued to moan, my eyes shutting tighter. His hand moved down, cupped my balls, massaged and tugged. We were no longer kissing, but his lips were still on me, sucking at my neck, fanning the flames that roared inside me, all around me, between my legs, in my balls.
He groaned into my neck. The way he was moving, the way he touched me, the way both hands were making my body his temple, one he worshipped at with a fervor reserved for a high priestess… it was unwinding me at a breakneck pace.
“I’m gonna, oh, fuck, Fox, I’m—”
I couldn’t say any more. The orgasm tore me in half. I looked down, which was a huge mistake since that put my eyes right down the barrel. Fox’s grip was tight around the base of my cock as it exploded, shooting a rope of come straight into my eyeball. I snapped my eye shut, most likely making the problem worse, but so overwhelmed by pleasure in that moment that nothing else mattered, not even my tentatively damaged eyesight.
“Oh fuuucck,” Fox hissed at my side, giving me one last stroke as I spasmed in his grip. I had one eye open and could see he was admiring my still-dripping cock, his lips turned up into a smile that felt dangerously sexy. My other eye was beginning to burn like a motherfucker.
“Ah, Fox?” I said, pointing up at my closed eye, which I’m sure had jizz all around it.
“Oh shit!” Fox realized there was some friendly fire. He got up with a laugh and hurried to the bathroom. As he walked away, I couldn’t help but stare (with my one good eye) at his ass and the way it moved as he walked. Taught, firm muscles seemed to dance under the shadow of his body hair, just the perfect amount.
Since when did I think there was a perfect amount of body hair for a man?
I tried not to think too much about it. I also tried not to stare at Fox’s still-hard cock as he walked back from the bathroom, a fluffy white towel in hand. He was a big guy, in more ways than one.
And yes, I’m talking about his penis. Holy shit was that thing big. And the way it swung in the air, from left to right, like some kind of erect elephant trunk… I think I could even spot a drop of precome… Fuck, I was getting hard again.
That… wow. Huh. That never happens.