Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Then his hands go lower yet. He’s reached the upper part of my ass and starts using his knuckles to dig into the muscles right above my glutes, deeply and with fervor.
His fingers stretch out, and before I know it, his palms are filled with the meat of my ass cheeks. As he massages them, his fingers start to gently graze between them, teasing the crack and barely daring over my hole.
Remarkably, I’m so relaxed I don’t even squirm. I welcome his touch. I’m desperate for it, even. I want him to keep grazing my hole with his fingers.
Suddenly and without warning, his face descends into my exposed ass, burying between my cheeks completely. His tongue drags over my hole, and I’m sent into a cyclone of pleasure.
I bite the pillow to stifle my moaning. Yeah, I’m officially a pillow-biter.
He doesn’t let up. The way he eats me out down there is twice as vigorous as it was in the office. I squirm with my legs spread, exposed as I endure the endless pleasure.
Or rather, not so endless. Ben lifts his face out of my ass, but replaces it at once with a hand. I’m only allowed a single second of wondering what he’s doing before something very cold and very wet touches my hole.
I clench up, surprised. “What’s—??”
“Just a little aid to make things more … slippery.”
“Is it lube?”
“Relax, babe. Let me take care of you.”
The lube warms up quickly as he massages it along my hole, and before long, I’m a puddle of happiness all over the colorful blankets again. “Babe …” I murmur dreamily, enjoying the slick sensation of his fingertips circling and teasing and gliding. “Where did this ‘babe’ stuff come from?”
“Just feels right,” he answers simply. “Babe. The word rolls right off my … tongue.”
His fingertip, almost accidentally, slips a tiny bit into my hole to the first knuckle.
I gasp. “Oh my God …”
“Relax,” he sings to me, his voice soothing and gentle. His other hand slowly rubs my butt as the slippery fingers of his other hand continue to tease and circle my hole. “Just a little bit at a time. I want you to feel everything.”
“Oh, I’m feeling everything,” I promise him, a declaration the whole world has to know.
“Good.” He continues.
And continues.
Oh my God.
His finger slips farther in. I groan, clinging to the blanket. The muscles of my hole tighten around his finger, which makes my cock throb to an unprecedented level of hardness. He is so gentle and patient, the way he slowly slips in and out of my hole, but never totally leaving it. He’s stretching me out, little by little, as his finger works me.
“You ready, babe?”
Oh my God. Already?? “I … I’m …”
“For another finger,” he finishes, then chuckles with a nearly mocking tone in his laughter. “You thought I was going to give you my big D already? No, no. You’re not ready for that yet.”
I bite my lip and suppress a groan as he gently slips in another finger. My cock flexes, throbbing almost painfully hard now. Chills rush up my body, and for a second, I wonder if I can’t take it.
Then, just as suddenly, I can. My body relaxes, accepting him. “I never … never …”
“What’s that?” he prompts me.
“I never thought it’d feel like this.”
“Like what?”
I can’t even describe it, so his question goes unanswered as I feel his fingers work me slowly. I clutch the pillow now and bury my face in it, quashing the embarrassing moan of ecstasy I let out.
He penetrates me a little deeper, then dares to start applying torque to his cruel, sensual maneuvers. It is becoming quite an ordeal not to squirm and writhe like I’m possessed, with the way he’s handling my body.
Can we discuss my poor cock for a moment? It’s becoming an increasing concern of mine that it might genuinely explode. With each finger Ben adds, my asshole grips him tighter, and my cock grows even harder. I am definitely leaking pre-cum all over the blanket beneath me. There’ll be a giant pool of it when I get up eventually, I’m quite certain.
“You’re so tight,” he groans.
“I want to see you,” I say at once, realizing it just as the words fall out of my mouth.
“Hmm. That can be arranged.”
His fingers slip out of me with surprising ease, which I wasn’t expecting, and then he guides me to flip over. On my back now, I gaze up at the staggeringly gorgeous sight that is Benjamin Gage, shirtless. Before returning to his task, he decides he needs to be free from those sexy pants of his. I get to watch with mounting excitement as his biceps bulge and flex with his efforts of opening his pants. His whole body is a goddamned dream, from his round sculpted pecs to the ripples of his abs, punctuated by his sexy bellybutton below. His tattoos decorate half his torso, giving him an unexpected edge when the clothes are stripped off and the businessman turns into the bad boy.