Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 133180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Bishop!” Edison yelled, his voice husky and on the edge of panic. His breaths became faster, heavier, and Bishop felt Edison’s heavy cock pulse against his tongue just before the first splash of hotness hit him in the back of his throat.
“Ahhh! Ugh, god,” Edison yelled, shaking beneath Bishop’s hold.
He swallowed again and again, just able to keep his eyes open while he ground his dick in time with Edison’s releases. He lapped at his softening length until he felt he’d milked every drop that he could from him. Bishop still didn’t pull away, continuing to savor him until he was squirming and tugging at Bishop’s shoulders.
“Bishop,” Edison moaned so softly.
“Mmmm.” Bishop watched him through narrowed eyes. He was aching in the worst way, but he wouldn’t take Edison’s treasure tonight… not yet. “What do you need, Eddie? Tell me.”
“Kiss me,” Edison panted, sounding as if he was still in the midst of his orgasm.
Bishop squeezed his eyes shut as he climbed up the rest of Edison’s sexy body. He licked his chest between his plump pecs, then kissed his way up to his throat. Edison wrapped his arms around Bishop’s hips and tugged on him until all of his two hundred forty pounds was lying on top of him. Edison lifted one smooth thigh and hooked it on Bishop’s hip.
“Oh fuck,” Bishop groaned, trying not to thrust like a madman. But, never had he been so wound up, never had he needed to come so badly. All the jerking off and edging he’d tortured himself with over the past month still hadn’t prepared him for how fast Edison would make him lose control. Bishop wasn’t sure he could rein in his urges. His orgasm was right there beating at the door, his balls throbbing for release. As if Edison was just as concerned about Bishop’s wants as he was about his, he felt his briefs being pulled down in the back and soft, timid hands squeezing his ass cheeks and rocking him forward.
Bishop shoved the rest of his tight briefs under his balls and moaned obscenely when his flesh met Edison’s. Bishop could feel the tension in his muscles as he slowed the rocking of his hips, knowing he wasn’t going to need much more stimulation. He slanted his mouth over Edison’s and slipped his tongue inside him, feeding Edison his own flavor. His dick felt so good, nudging against Edison’s softness between his legs.
His head was leaking profusely. Bishop gripped Edison’s leg and hefted it higher on his waist, then turned his body into him, his hips taking on an urgent rhythm of their own. His dick nestled into a particularly warm, and fleshy fold, and Bishop cursed as he rocked his shaft in and out. It only took a few seconds before he was squeezing Edison and grunting his name.
“I want you to come all over me, Bishop,” Edison breathed against the side of his face.
“Oh fuck.” That was too damn much. Bishop thrust harder and Edison moaned in his ear, his hips curling up to meet Bishop’s motion. “I’m gonna fucking come, Eddie,” Bishop warned.
“Please,” Edison begged. And that delicate, almost reverent plea was his complete undoing. Bishop stilled, his spine locking as his dick shot against Edison’s tender skin. He grunted and shot again, his dick pulsing hard. Edison whined, clutching him around his neck, his lips pressed against Bishop’s rapid pulse. He held onto Edison for dear life, needing him to keep him grounded while his orgasm tore through him with the force of an F-5 tornado. He subconsciously knew he was driving Edison into the mattress as he ground his spasming cock against him, but he was unable to stop chasing the pleasure.
Bishop began to loosen his hold, sure that he’d left his prints behind; the thought keeping his dick half hard. Just like any other time he’d come thinking of Edison, once hadn’t been enough, but he wasn’t going to be greedy, he had plenty of time. Edison licked Bishop’s earlobe, humming quietly. Has he been doing that the whole time? Bishop hadn’t been able to hear the satisfied sound over the ringing in his ears.
He rolled to the side, taking Edison with him. He needed to clean up the mess he’d made, but he didn’t think his knees would work if he tried to stand. Bishop tucked Edison under his arm and buried his nose in the top of his head. His eyes drifted closed while he lazily ran his hand through the long, honey-brown strands that smelled of berries. For the first time in his life he understood what being in a relationship meant, and what it felt like to find someone who reached every part of him. Edison had made love to his mind by reading his books to him, and his body had rocked his world, giving him an orgasm that still had fire simmering in his veins… and yet… they hadn’t had sex yet.