Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Fuck.
I scrape my face with my open palms, desperately trying to get my raging libido in check. This is my best friend I am lusting for here. A part of me wishes Marley was one of those super straight guys that wouldn’t even share a girl with me. You know, the ones that want to believe themselves as not gay and don’t even want another guy’s dick within a ten-mile radius? But Marley has more experience fucking guys than I do. He’ll actually fuck anything. If it’s got a hole, Marley Banks will penetrate it.
My eyes wander back to his big, beautiful cock. Oh, my god, did I just think a cock was beautiful?
Cocks aren’t beautiful. They are functional.
Tell that to the thick dick giving me sly winks while adorned with jewelry that made my dick weep into submission last night. Maybe I should get a cock piercing. When Marley got his, he was out of commission for months, but goddamn, the way it fucking makes my dick leak for him makes me think it would be worth it. I want him to feel that same mind-blowing sensation I do. Wonder how fucked up we have to get for him to fuck my ass until I beg for his cum like a cheap whore?
I lean forward toward Marley’s dick. It’s not harming anything if I inspect its glorious beauty. A small touch here and there while he sleeps won’t get out of hand. I can’t believe I’m convincing myself that the idea of sexually assaulting my best friend might be okay.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
He’s out cold, and I am over here wanting to taste every damn inch of him. The way my cock jerks at the idea of being closer to Marley’s dick tells me it’s on board with the idea. I can blame it on Molly.
My hands glide up the tattoos decorating his thighs. Fuck, some of this ink is absolutely beautiful. Not one tattoo on Marley’s skin is mundane. I’ve never really noticed how artistic each piece is. Until now.
My tongue slides along his skin, licking the vibrant colors on his flesh, and I get high from the flavor of his salty skin. Fuck. How is licking skin a fucking high all on its own?
Desire burns brightly as I kiss along his thighs and am confronted with his balls. Fuck, the way I want to suck them deep into my mouth, worshipping him like a god. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I consumed with Marley’s fucking junk? I don’t even like to give oral sex. I am a receiver, not a giver. Rock stars don’t simp to give head until they are gagging. But dammit, I want to choke on this dick until my eyes are tearing up and spit froths from the corners of my lips.
I inhale his musky scent as I lick up his shaft. Fuck, I want more of it. I want him to flood my mouth until I drown in his cum.
I gaze up at his sleeping form, his long lashes adorning his chiseled face and the slow rise and fall of his expansive, hard chest. It should be a crime to be as attractive as this man. Not one inch of him is anything less than spectacular.
My hand grips the base of his cock and my tongue swirls at the tip. I pay extra attention to his two hot-as-fuck piercings. Slowly, I lower my lips on his shaft and bury him deep inside my mouth. His cock twitches as he hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but that doesn’t deter me. I want more. So much more. My head bobs up and down, determined to give the best blow job Marley Banks has ever received. I want him to think of my mouth on him every single time he is with anyone else. Even though he is asleep and this encounter will be meaningless for him, there is a part of me that wants this moment imbedded in his memory.
My hand moves to my dick as I pump myself, needing to ease this desperate need inside me from the sensation of his cock in my mouth.
I am so lost in the sensation of pleasing this man that I believe my mind has manifested his firm hands on my head, pushing me down until I can’t breathe. My mind must be conjuring up the sensation of him dominating me, taking total control. There is such a ferocious burning desire for this man to use my mouth, taking what he needs. For him to own me, making me his, that for a moment, I think I’m hallucinating the aggressive movements of his hips pounding so vigorously into my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby, take it all.”