Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
He mumbles in his sleep, but he doesn’t move. That’s okay, I don’t specifically want him to wake up right now. If he wakes up, I might chicken out or at the very least he’ll take control. I like when Titan takes control, but I want to play too.
I move so I’m between his legs, stretched over his body. Then I place gentle kisses down Titan’s chest. The salty masculine taste of him bursts in my mouth as I touch the tip of my tongue against his skin. Titan moans and I stop to see if he’ll wake up. His body moves and shifts under me. I can feel his cock pushing upwards, moving—showing me at least part of him is awake. His hand comes up and rests in my hair and I lift my gaze to his face, thinking I’m already caught—but he’s clearly asleep. I close my eyes and lay my head against his stomach for a minute. I love the way his hand feels holding me like this. As weird as it seems, that’s what I remember most about our night together, the way his fingers would curl into my hair and hold on while he came. It had the power to make me feel sexy, erotic and beautiful all in one.
When it’s clear that he’s not going to wake up, I carefully move so I’m sitting back on my knees between his legs. My eyes go to his cock and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. Titan is so beautiful he could rival any male model out there. His body is that exquisite, but it’s big, strong, almost raw, and athletic in a way I’ve never seen in a man before. And his cock… I’ve said before how big, wide, and heart-stompingly demanding it can be. There’s no way I can take him completely in my mouth, but that’s not going to stop me from trying.
If I’m going to say goodbye to Titan, I’m going to do it in a way he will never forget.
twenty-two
titan
I’ve been dreaming of Faith nonstop since that night in Vegas. So it’s no surprise that it takes me a minute to figure out that I’m not dreaming. That it is Faith’s tongue licking against my shaft, Faith’s breath heating up my already overheated balls, and Faith’s mouth my cock finally slides inside of.
As she closes her lips and sucks me hard, I can’t stop a groan. First-fucking-class. I’ve never experienced anything like it. I thought the memories were embellishing things, making the them better than the real thing. With Faith humming around my dick, I know I was wrong.
My fingers slide through the blond strands of her hair, tightening and curling against her head as she holds me tight and slides her lips down my cock. I force myself to keep my eyes open so I can watch her. Watch as inch by inch my cock disappears into her hot, wet mouth, filling her until she can’t take it anymore and my head pushes deep in her throat. She takes it until she comes close to gagging around it and then backs off. Faith does this several times and then she shifts her gaze so she looks up at me.
Fuck me.
I was wrong, it could get better. Her eyes holding mine while she sucks me is infinitely better. There are things I want to say, but every time I start to open my mouth … I am a loss of what to say. This is Faith. A woman who has gotten under my skin, but also a woman I’m here to get to sign annulment papers. All I really know right now is that I don’t want her to stop. So that’s what I give her, even if it’s lame.
“Don’t stop, Faith. Don’t fucking stop,” I moan, my head going back in pleasure as she palms my balls, squeezing them gently. She moves back up my shaft and again I force my head up to look at her. She lets my cock go with a loud “pop” that echoes in the room.
“You like that, Big Daddy?” she grins, looking way too pleased with herself.
That nickname she’s given me, Christ she’s a nut. It makes me smile, at times it makes me laugh and sometimes it makes me want to shake her. Still, I find I like it, even if I have no idea why.
“Can’t you tell?” I challenge her, thrusting my cock up slightly to emphasize my answer.
“Oh, I could tell,” she smiles, kissing the head and then pushing her tongue through the pre-cum that has gathered.
“You got too many clothes on, woman,” I mumble, my brain slowly going to mush as she continues to play with me—her tongue teasing me, her soft little hand stroking me.
I find her shirt and begin pulling it up her body. She moves away from me and lets go of my cock long enough to help me strip her. I throw the shirt down on the floor and instantly wrap my hands around her breasts—squeezing them. I feel her body tremor in reaction and that makes my cock throb almost as much as her mouth did.