Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
His tongue immediately sweeps into my mouth, and his hand closes over the back of my head, holding me in place. He smells and tastes and feels so fucking good.
I’ve missed this. This intense burning need for another person. I can’t imagine what it’s like for someone allosexual—do they really experience this every time? All I know is that with Richie, I can’t get enough.
He’s not the first person I’ve ever been attracted to, but this … this is something else entirely. I’m connected to him in a way I’ve never felt before, and even though it took us a while to get here, it’s so, so worth it.
Being demi has always felt like it was holding me back, but maybe I was just waiting for this exact right moment, this exact right person, to finally unleash.
I straddle him and break the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off. Mine quickly follows.
“How long until food’s here?”
Richie blindly gropes for his phone and checks the time. “Ah, maybe fifteen minutes?”
“I better work fast, then. Pretty sure you earned something earlier.” I undo his pants with exactly zero finesse and zero fucks to give anyway, and when I quickly glance up to check in with him, the hunger in Richie’s eyes spurs me on. “Get these goddamn pants off,” I demand.
He strips them with all the grace of an athlete, and then I just stand there, catching my breath for a second as I take in every long, sculpted line of his body. He reaches down to give his cock a slow stroke.
Want shoots down my spine.
“Only fourteen minutes, Einstein.”
I drop to my knees. I’m not wasting a second.
And finally, for the first time since I watched that video, I do what I wanted to all those months ago. My gaze lands on the crease where his leg meets his groin, and I lean down to bury my face in it.
His scent is so strong it makes my cock throb. It’s masculine and unrefined and so uniquely Richie my head spins even as I breathe in deeper. Being here, being with him, this is everything it’s meant to be. I never want to stop showing him what he means to me. I follow the crease with my tongue, and Richie lets out a stuttered gasp, before I move on to his taint.
“My balls. Please. Suck my balls, Einstein.”
I ignore him, brushing them with my nose as I continue my trail up the other side. His hand moves to grip my hair as his legs spread apart, and I nip the little bone that joins his thigh to his groin.
Then I put him out of his misery. I do exactly as he asked and suck his balls into my mouth before pulling back.
He’s watching me, and as I lean forward to lick the bead of precum from his slit, his exhale comes out loud and rough. I can’t look away. I want to see every reaction, every expression, while he watches me take him apart and put him back together. To know that I’m the one doing this for him.
I grab my dick through my jeans and warn it to calm down, then grab Richie’s other hand and direct it to my hair.
“You’re going to use my mouth,” I tell him. “But, ah, go easy for my first time.”
He hurries to nod, but he’s already steering my face toward his dick. His fingers tighten through my hair, and the tiny pricks of pain bring my body alive.
“Open up,” he grits out through his teeth.
My whimper as his cock slips past my lips and over my tongue is completely unintentional. He slides in and out with short quick thrusts, and I can barely fit half of him in my mouth, so I have no clue where the rest of him is supposed to go. But as his thrusts increase, get wilder and less controlled, I can do little more than suck and slurp and run my tongue over and over him. I have no goddamn clue what I’m doing, but when I cup his balls and roll them in my hand, his hips jolt forward and he rams the head of his cock into the back of my throat.
I gag loudly, and Richie immediately pulls out.
I’m about to tell him to keep going, but then I catch his lust-drenched expression.
“You look so fucking wrecked,” he whispers as he scrubs at the tears on my cheek with the side of his thumb.
Then he jerks me upright with one hand, shoves my jeans down with the other, and throws me onto the couch. My ankles are trapped by the denim as Richie straddles me and brings our mouths together.
He kisses me so hard I can barely breathe, but then his cock is lined up with mine and his hand is around us both, and suddenly breathing seems like a minor thing.