Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“Shit,” he hissed out a breath.
I shuttled my hand up and down his cock a few times, wondering what would feel good to him.
I’d read books and articles about how to give blow jobs. I’d always wanted to be prepared in case someone gave me the time of day…
“What?” he asked. “Honey, men are fuckin’ dumb. If they didn’t give you the time of day, it was because they must’ve been brain damaged.”
I must’ve said my earlier thought aloud.
Why did I keep doing that when he was around? I hadn’t done things like that since I was young.
“Because you’re comfortable around me,” he answered my thoughts. “And no, this time you didn’t say that out loud. You said it with your face, though. You have a very expressive nose. And your eyes are quite open.”
Were they?
“Did you forget what you were doing?” His voice was strained.
“Oh, yeah.” I smiled as I leaned forward and ran my lips along the tip of his cock. “I did.”
He made a sound in the back of his throat that amused me.
“Open your mouth and put it inside,” he urged. “I’ll tell you what I like from there.”
I did what he said, opening my mouth just enough that the spongy head could slip inside the heated cavern of my mouth.
“Keep your teeth sheathed behind your lips,” he instructed. “Then suck the tip.”
I did as he said, softly at first.
“Harder,” he urged.
I went harder, loving the way his eyes closed and the breath in his lungs hissed out in a rush.
“Use one hand to cup my balls, and the other hand to wrap around my cock, right behind your mouth,” he kept explaining, giving me precise details with a tortured expression on his face.
I did, leaning into him to take more of him.
He growled low in his throat, and it made me feel empowered.
I was doing this to him.
I was making his cock hard.
I was giving him what he wanted.
I looked up at him, only to freeze when I found him staring directly down at me.
“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Your brown eyes look like melted chocolate right now.”
Did they?
“Now use your mouth to go up and down, sucking hard.” He pushed on the back of my head while at the same time he caught his hand around mine and squeezed harder. Way harder than I ever would’ve squeezed.
“Then, use this hand to pump my cock.”
I gave him exactly what he wanted, pumping his cock at the same time that I bobbed my head up and down his shaft.
He closed his eyes and removed his hand from mine, but he kept the one buried in the back of my hair, guiding my face and my pace at the same time.
“Just like that,” he rasped. “Oh, yeah. Just like that.”
I didn’t have any clue how long he allowed me to suck him off for, but eventually, I could feel the strain in his muscles as he fought to hold back.
Only when he couldn’t take it any longer, and my jaw was beyond stiff and tired, did he pull me back off of him.
I panted and felt my saliva run down my chin at his abrupt exit.
He used his thumb to wipe it away, then grinned wickedly. “You look like you just sucked cock.”
I laughed then. “I did.”
I decided it was the eye roll with it that set him off.
He moved, pushing me back hard onto the bed, then following me down.
I closed my eyes and wondered, again, how I’d gotten there. I mean, logically, I knew that I’d driven myself. Duh.
What my real problem was, was how did someone like Etienne, all hot, sexy, six feet, four inches of him, end up with someone like me? I was a hobbit compared to him.
But his hands. Oh my god, his hands. They felt like everything I’d ever needed as they ran up the length of my outer thighs, then smoothed down my backside possessively.
“Turn your brain off,” Etienne whispered as he dragged his nose along the length of my lower jaw. “Stop thinking about everything but me. This. How you feel. How I feel…”
He punctuated that by bringing the tip of his cock to my entrance and easing inside. Slowly. Inch by inch. Until I was so full of him I couldn’t think about anything but him.
“You know,” I whispered, arching my back experimentally. He lodged in impossibly deeper, causing us both to groan. “I’ve had plenty of instances where I’ve had things in my vagina.”
His amused chuckle had me smiling, but not opening my eyes. The eye contact was just too intense right then.
“I can never turn my brain off,” I continued. “I can always tell you what the sheets feel like underneath me when I’m masturbating. How the pillow feels bunched up underneath my head. How my clothes feel shoved up around my waist.” I wiggled, my eyes finally opening to find Etienne’s intense ones on me. “But when you’re inside me, mmm, I don’t feel anything but you.”