Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“For the record,” Dad calls out. “Neither your mother nor I approve of your sexuality. It’s incredibly embarrassing.”
I swivel around, pointing a finger at him. “And for the record, I don’t give a fuck. Language,” I bark at Mom. “I know. Sue me.”
It’s satisfying to slam the door behind me.
Now that I got that conversation out of the way, I can get back to what matters.
Callan.
My boyfriend.
I walk back into the house, tired as fuck and grumpy as hell. But, there’s a pep in my step as I look for him. I’d expected to find him in the bed sleeping. Instead, he’s sitting on the floor in nothing but a pair of rainbow socks. His lips are painted an enticing shade of orange.
Fuck me.
The hungry glint in his hazel eyes is my undoing as he crawls my way across the bedroom floor. I can’t take my stare off him, swallowing down the urge to growl like a goddamn animal. When he reaches me, he looks up beneath his long lashes and flashes me an orange-colored grin. Slowly, he undoes my zipper. His delicate hand slides into the opening, seeking out my dick. I groan at each seemingly innocent touch over my boxers. He manages to pull my cock out of the top of my boxers and through the zipper hole. A bead of pre-cum leaks from my tip. I’m eager for him to lick it off.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I murmur, stroking my fingers through his messy hair. “Look at you waiting like a needy little slut to suck my dick. Is that what you are, Callan? My needy little slut?”
He laughs, which makes me laugh too, but then he nods, falling back into our roleplaying. His tongue flicks out, and he teases it around the crown. My greedy hands can’t get enough of him. I stroke my fingertips over his ears and forehead and cheeks and jaw.
“I told my parents you’re my boyfriend,” I reveal.
“Aren’t you supposed to ask me?” His hot breath on my dick has me groaning.
“In the event you would say no, I went ahead and just made it a thing. Now suck my dick, you beautiful cock slut.”
His cheeks burn crimson. I know he gets off on this shit every bit as much as I do. He wraps his lips around the crown as his hand fondles my balls through my clothes. A moan hums through him, vibrating my dick. Slowly, he slides down my shaft, waking every nerve ending with his slick, hot mouth.
“Your mouth was made for taking my cock,” I croon. “You’re so fucking good at sucking dick, sweetheart. You make me lose my mind.”
His eyes lift and lock with mine. The need to please me shines brilliantly like the rays of the sun. Orange smears from his lipstick color my dick, staining the flesh as he bobs up and down along my length.
“You going to take it deep?” I ask, my voice raspy. “You going to choke on my fat cock, little boy?”
“Yes,” he murmurs around me.
I grip his hair, keeping him still as I drill my dick down his throat a couple of deep, hard times. When he gags, I relent, pulling back to let him breathe. Once he’s caught his breath and has control over his gag reflex, I push into him again. His tight throat feels so good.
“Touch yourself, Callan. I want you to come when I do. Make us come together.”
He removes his hand from my balls and starts fondling himself. Based on the heavy breathing he’s doing, he’s close to the edge.
“Lick your hand. Get it wet,” I instruct. “Now.”
He pulls off me, his orange lipstick smeared on his face and my dick. His lips purse as he lets a string of spit fall to his cock. It lands on his thigh, just missing it. After he scoops it up and smears it over his dick, he dives back in, taking my dick as far as he can down his throat.
“Fuck,” I snarl. “Fuck, you’re too perfect.”
He must sense that I’m about to come because he digs his fingers into my ass cheek, forcing my cock as deep as it’ll go. The vibration of his gagging has me coming with a hiss. My dick pumps hard, jetting salty cum down his waiting throat. He whimpers in what sounds like pleasure so I’m assuming he’s come as well. His throat moves as he swallows, and once he’s wrung me dry, he pulls off. His eyes immediately find mine, seeking praise.
I’ll give him all the praise in the world.
“Keep giving me the best damn blowjobs, sweetheart, and we’ll never leave this bedroom ever again.”
Callan
“What are you so smiley about?” Jarrett asks, peeking out from behind a grandfather clock. “You never smile. For that matter, you never wear blue.”
“I wear blue sometimes,” I argue.