Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“Titus?” I asked breathlessly.
His eyes, which had wandered down to my breasts and where one nipple had popped free, came back to my face. “Yeah?”
I sat forward and reached into his loosened jeans.
Heart practically bursting free of my chest, I closed my hand around his cock and pulled it free of his jeans.
Now, I would like to say that I’d had good sexual experiences in my life, but that would be a lie.
Every last sexual encounter I had, I compared them to how I thought Titus would be.
But I now saw that comparing to what I thought he would be, and what he actually was, was like comparing oranges to apples.
The man was hung.
As in, holy hell, that’s going to hurt in the morning, hung.
I watched with a leer in my eye as I pumped his cock, awkwardly at first because let’s face it, I wasn’t too good at handling such large things.
Hell, I could barely handle the TV remote at times, and that thing was tiny in comparison to him.
“Baby,” he said quietly, sounding desperate. “I need you to either do something or stop looking at me like you want to devour me.”
But I did want to devour him.
I wanted to give him that mental picture he had in his head and make it into a memory he’d never forget.
I licked my lips, coating them with my saliva, and said, “I want you to come down my throat.”
His eyes flared and his hips jerked.
I squeezed down on his cock, and the groan that left him was nothing short of desperate.
“Baby, don’t say things like that to me,” he pleaded.
I dragged the tips of my fingers down the length of his cock, loving all the softness covering the hard. The way the veins in his cock throbbed. The way his engorged length pulsed underneath my hand.
“In high school,” I breathed. “The first time I realized that I wanted you, we were in eleventh grade.”
He all but whimpered as he said, “Same, baby. Same.”
“And you were wearing these sweatpants,” I explained.
He tilted his head back and chuckled, though even that sounded strained.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you in them,” I murmured.
Then I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him.
Immediately, the tip of his cock started to leak, pre-cum coating my tongue as I worked him with my lips and tongue.
Just when he was squirming and moving desperately, trying not to shove his cock into my throat but being unable to keep himself still, I sucked.
The hiss that left him at the feel of my mouth suctioning to his cock was enough to cause him to cry out.
“Fuck!” he howled.
Happy that I could make him yell like that, I worked him with my mouth, knowing that I was doing a sub-par job, and hoping he didn’t care.
Maybe a mouth was a mouth?
Maybe he wouldn’t notice that I’d done this zero times.
Maybe he’d be so far gone that he couldn’t tell that I was inexperienced and couldn’t take him as far into my mouth and throat as most girls could.
Maybe…
He curled his hand around my head and pulled me in tight.
His other hand moved the hair from my face, allowing him to look down into my eyes as he all but took over.
I welcomed the take charge nature that ran deep in him.
I was all for him guiding my way, mostly because I wanted to take him inside of my mouth how he wanted me to. I wanted to make this good. I wanted him to come down my throat. I wanted him to think this was the best he’d ever had.
I wanted to make myself so deeply needed that he never let me go.
“Shit, baby,” he said, his hand in my hair pulling my head back.
I allowed him to, my eyes all but watering as he went deeper.
“Relax your throat,” he said. “Don’t try to keep me out.”
I would try.
He groaned as I loosened my throat and he slid deeper.
“Sweet fuckin’ Christ,” he rasped.
I slid my hand forward and cupped his balls, and that was all it took.
He lost control.
Before, he’d been very careful not to give me more than I could handle.
Now, he was fucking my throat like a pornstar.
I’d never, in a million years, thought that deep throating could be this good. I mean, what were the odds that me not getting anything out of this would have me on the verge of orgasm?
My God, it was the best thing I’d ever experienced, and we’d only gotten to the oral part.
“Blue,” he groaned, his hand now on my throat. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come straight down your throat.”
The idea of him doing that was enough to send tiny little shockwaves through my body.
I moaned, urging him on.
His eyes squeezed shut and he stared in determination as he all but fucked my throat.