Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
There he goes being succinct again.
“I want to taste you when you come. Is that okay?” I ask.
“Yes. Oh fuck, but it needs to be now.”
I replace my hand with my mouth, and as soon as my lips close over the base of his cock, cum hits the back of my throat.
Peyton makes even more sinful noises when he comes than when he’s simply turned on, and my own dick leaks at the sound.
I love it when my partners get vocal during sex. Not necessarily words, but when they can’t hold back their sounds of lust and pleasure, it really does something for me. It drives me wild with need.
I have to touch myself so I can get relief. I keep sucking on Peyton’s cock, drinking all of him in, while I take pleasure from my own hand, but when he’s done coming and he leans back up on his elbows, I slowly pull off him while licking him clean.
His gaze drops to my hand. “Can I?”
It takes nearly all my strength to let go of my dick and stand. I was so close to release, and it was tempting, so tempting to let myself go, but I’d rather have Peyton’s lips on me. Or his hand. I’m really not picky.
“What do you want to do?” I ask.
“I want to make you come. And I know I was supposed to be paying attention, but it’s possible my brain turned to mush almost as soon as I had your mouth on me.”
I laugh. “How did you make the dean’s list again?”
“Refrained from having sex while studying. Helped me retain information better.”
“I’m willing to take a makeup quiz whenever you want, but I can take it into my own hands this time.” I step closer to him. “If you let me use your mouth.”
“And if I choke?”
“I won’t let you. I’ll go easy on you since it’s your first time.”
He still looks nervous, but as if shaking off his nerves, he gives me a confident smile and says, “Bring it.”
I press the head of my dick against his lips, and he opens for me, but instead of moving in and out of him, I stop when I’m about a third of the way in and stroke myself. The warmth of his mouth wraps around me and settles in my gut. My balls tingle, and it’s not going to take long for me to shoot my load.
Peyton tries to take me deeper into his mouth, but I hold his head back.
“I’ll likely punch you in the face if you get too close to my fist, and you wouldn’t have a good excuse for how you got the missing teeth. You play football, not hockey.”
And okay, lesson learned when Peyton pulls that irresistible mouth away from my cock so he can laugh and choke at the same time.
“Sorry. No making jokes while my dick is in your mouth. Got it.”
He closes his hand over mine on my cock. “Let me take over?”
I love how his confidence has gone from hesitant to faking it to right now where he has a look of determination on his face. He’s going to make me come, and no way will I hold him back from going for it.
I remove my hand and give Peyton free rein. He mimics what I was doing, jerking me while his mouth works the tip. With each stroke, he gains more confidence, slowly taking more of me between his lips, until he’s moving his mouth and hand in sync.
When he looks up at me, I nod, encouraging him to keep going.
“That feels so good.”
That only makes him go faster.
Between his rough calluses and the wet slurps as he sucks on my cock, I have to force myself to hold back from sliding deep inside his mouth. I promised I wouldn’t, but holy hell, I’m getting desperate.
And then he hits me where I’m weak. Peyton moans around me, the vibrations on my dick too much for me to handle, and I don’t even get the chance to warn him as I come inside his mouth.
I have to grip onto his shoulders so I don’t fall, and he manages to keep pace even while swallowing the first load he’s ever taken.
He slows along with my breathing until I pull out of his mouth, and he looks up at me with these bright blue eyes that beg for praise.
There’s some of my cum on the side of his mouth, so I lean down and kiss it away.
“That was so hot,” I murmur against his mouth.
“So hot,” he agrees, but in the next second, he wraps his arms around my back and pulls me down onto the bed.
He rolls us so I’m on my back, pinned underneath him, and I have to say, there are worse things than being stuck under Peyton Miller.