Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
His taste exploded all over my tongue as I blew him. The room filled with the gurgling wet sounds of dick-sucking. My favorite kind of ASMR. Tristan’s balls were on my nose as I tried to deep-throat him, his cock hitting the back of my throat with a gag. He started to thrust downward, fucking my mouth. I followed suit, rutting my hips up, burying my cock in his mouth. Pleasure rocked over me like a tidal wave, pulling me off into the deep end. I closed my eyes and sucked, my core tightening as my climax raced toward me like an out-of-control bullet train.
I took Tristan’s dick out of my mouth, sucking in a deep breath of air before warning him. “I’m close, baby.”
Tristan leaned up, his cock head pressing against my cheek as I looked down, my rock-hard dick glistening in his hands. I could feel the pressure building inside me, coiling like a snake around my gut. I went back to sucking Tristan’s cock, unable to get enough of him down my throat to satiate the hunger I had for him. All-consuming. I loved every drop I could taste of him, the way he smelled, the way he writhed above me as he wrapped his tongue around the head of my dick.
Tristan rose up, dick still in my mouth, and gave a grunt-shout hybrid as he unloaded into my mouth. I managed to swallow most of it, taking it down like a shot, hungry for more, riding the wave that had almost knocked Tristan to his knees.
My climax hit with the same exact force, ropes of come shooting from my cock. Lightning crashed through my body, tendrils of electricity branching out through every muscle and bone. Pure fucking ecstasy. I dropped my head back and managed to suck some air into my breathless lungs. The view I had of Tristan’s ass and balls made me wish I was a painter. I figured I could make a killing selling erotic nudes of such a masterpiece.
He slowly turned his body so that we were face-to-face, cock-to-cock, both of us still swollen and sticky. His smile matched the force of sunshine I felt lighting up the inside of my chest. What the hell had just happened? Was that a hookup, or did we just fuck ourselves into a goddamn storybook?
“That was really fucking hot… sir.” Tristan shot me a wink and leaned in for a long and wet kiss. I could feel him getting hard again, his cock pushing against mine for space. I opened my legs so he fit perfectly between them. Something about his weight on me felt comforting. Like I was home, even though this place was nothing like home.
For a long time, I wasn’t even sure where home was.
“If I knew I’d be getting this kind of service from my hot bodyguard-detective hybrid, then I would have tried attracting the attention of a serial killer way sooner.”
Tristan’s dark humor got a surprised laugh out of me. It was good to hear him joke about it. I always felt like taking an otherwise fucked-up situation and turning it on its head with a joke was a good way toward moving past it.
“I’d prefer we met a different way, but I guess this was what fate had in store.” I had a lazy hand on Tristan’s hip, making soft, slow circles with my thumb.
“And you promise this won’t fuck anything up, right? Like you aren’t going to get fired or anything for hooking up with me?”
I shook my head. “No, I won’t get fired. I might get a reprimand, but only because distractions are easier to come upon when you’re watching over someone like you.”
His golden eyes glittered, matching the brightness of his smile. The living room lights were on, bathing the oversized space in a soft white glow. “I think we can keep getting a little distracted tonight. We can worry about my case tomorrow.”
He gave his hips a little wiggle, rubbing himself on me, a string of come wetting my stomach.
“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” he asked, wiggling again, his casual smile at odds with the devastating inferno he was lighting in my core.
“I do,” I said, a growl slipping into my words. I reached around and rubbed his ass, pulling him down onto me. “I want to go to the APD and see if they have anything else they can give me. I think Eric’s going with me.”
“Good, I’m joining.”
“Huh?”
“I shouldn’t really be left alone, anyways.” He leaned down, his tongue flicking against my upper lip. “Think we’ll find something?”
“I hope so,” I said, my thoughts disintegrating faster than tissue paper in a cup of water. “I think Eric says he knows someone there. I’m hoping they have something they’re holding on to.”
“Why wouldn’t they just work with you to begin with?”