Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
It was too much.
Yet, it wasn’t enough.
Then she drew her lips away and he took a deep breath, trying to clear his head.
“Maybe don’t play too much with him, baby. The poor guy wants to last longer than a few seconds.” Remy grinned up at him.
Fuck. He’d like to see that fucker last with her lips on his dick.
“I want to taste him,” Isa moaned. “Please.”
He wasn’t going to deny her. But his legs felt shaky.
“I need to sit.”
“Good idea,” Remy said.
Loki drew off his shoes, then his jeans and boxers before sitting on the sofa. Remy placed a cushion between his feet.
“What’s your blow job fantasy?” Remy asked him.
“Blow job fantasy?” Isa asked.
“Yeah. Guessing he’s had several, all featuring you. Know I have,” Remy muttered.
Isa’s eyes went wide. “Really? What is it?”
Loki tried to calm his breathing. “It’s this, I guess. Or where I’m like watching a game on TV and you’re between my legs, sucking my cock.”
“Think we can make that work, aye, Isa? And a distraction might help.” Remy winked at him.
Asshole.
But he thought it with less heat and more affection.
Reaching over, Remy grabbed the remote and turned the TV on to a rerun of an old football game. He didn’t know how well the distraction would work.
But he hoped like hell it did.
The game started and he stared over at it. For about two point five seconds.
Until he felt her cool hand touch him. He frowned for a moment. Maybe Remy was on to something with making her keep warm. He couldn’t remember her hands being cold like this before.
“That’s a good girl,” Remy praised her. “Wrap your hand around it. Use a firm grip. Good. Now, run your tongue along the shaft.”
Oh, holy fuck.
This was . . . too much.
He stared down at her. At all that blonde hair against his tanned skin. The low noise of pleasure she made because she was enjoying running her tongue all over his dick. Her small hand around the base of him.
Christ. He’d fucking died and gone to heaven.
“That’s it, baby. Loki fucking loves your touch. Now, take just the head into your mouth. Good. You’re doing so well. Such a good girl for your Doms.”
Christ. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted Remy to shut up or keep going. Because his words only seemed to be spurring her on. His heart was racing.
“Now, suck and look up at Loki. Look up at your Dom.”
Fuck.
Fuck. Him.
Having her stare at him was his every fantasy come to life. It was all he could do not to fuck her mouth. Not to spill down her throat.
“Isn’t she beautiful like this?” Remy pressed.
Fuck. Yes, she was.
Shit. She might need to hear you tell her that, asshole.
“You’re so beautiful, Tink. So fucking gorgeous. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you. Take more of me into your mouth, gorgeous girl. That’s it. Fuck.” He groaned. He had to close his eyes for a moment.
Think about something else.
Gary’s ass crack.
Gary’s hairy ass crack.
Gary’s hairy balls and ass crack.
Shit. That did it. The one time he felt truly grateful to Gary. Not that he wanted to think about that prick while his girl was giving him a blow job.
But he also wasn’t ready to blow his load.
“Take him as deep as you can,” Remy directed. “Good. You’re doing so well. Look at you, you’re taking so much of his cock into your mouth. I know you can do a bit better. That’s it.”
Fuck.
Loki never thought that this would happen.
Or that there would be another man guiding the actions. But he also knew he wouldn’t be much use. Not this first time.
After this, though, he intended to be better. To help guide her. To be what she needed.
Her Dom.
Her Daddy.
But the very least he could do right now is tell her how well she was doing.
“Fuck, Tink,” he groaned as she took him deep, then swallowed. “You have no fucking idea how good your mouth feels. You are doing so well.”
“She is,” Remy agreed. “Speed up now. That’s it. Up and down. Good girl. Why don’t you cup his balls? Gentle, now.”
Fuck.
Was Remy trying to kill him? Loki could feel the need to come building. It was a burn in his lower back. His balls were tightening. She played so carefully with them as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft.
Loki grit his teeth together. This was it. He was going to come.
“Tink . . . if you need to, then pull back. Do it now.”
“She doesn’t need to pull back,” Remy said in a low, commanding voice. “She’s going to be a good girl and swallow every. Last. Drop.”
And that was it.
He tried very hard to hold himself back from pushing too far, but he couldn’t help but thrust his hips slightly. And then he was coming.