Hotshot Boss (One Night Only #1) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: One Night Only Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
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When I throw my head back and laugh, the tension weighing heavily on my shoulders slackens, and a new, friskier want takes its place.

Steam is billowing around us, but the water feels icy cold when Octavia circles her hand around the base of my shaft to give it a gentle squeeze. “My mom always said my mouth would get me in trouble.” Her smile has pre-cum pooling at the tip of my cock. “I think she was right.”

My hands shoot out to balance on the tiles mere feet from me when she finalizes her sentence by drawing her lips over her teeth and guiding her mouth over the crown of my cock. She doesn’t suck down hard or try to impress me by taking me to the very back of her throat. She merely swivels her tongue around my throbbing head before enticing more pre-cum by dragging her vibrating tongue along the underside of my cock.

“Do you like that?” she murmurs after bringing her lips back to the tip several long, teasing sucks later.

As my nails scratch at the tiles, desperate to grip something, I nod.

Speaking is above my abilities right now.

When she takes me into her mouth for the second time, her suck is a little firmer this time around, a sound I’ve never heard before leaves my throat. It is gruff and unhinged but also exposes both my therapist and urologist are full of shit.

At one stage, they had me questioning more than my sanity. My sexuality was right on the line with it. I couldn’t maintain an erection no matter what method I tried. Super models and silver-screen starlets made my cock throb, but it never reached the thickness it is maintaining now.

I was diagnosed as impotent not long after my eighteenth birthday. I hadn’t had a complete erection for years before that, and despite undertaking test after test after test to determine the cause of my malfunctioning manhood, every report returned the same result. Inconclusive.

I was convinced I’d die a virgin, so can you understand my somewhat manic desire to interact with Octavia even after hearing her accent that usually gives me the hives? My cock wasn’t just twitching while roaming her gorgeous body. It was headbutting the zipper in my trousers, begging for the chance to live up to the playboy title I was undeserving of.

That’s how I know whatever is happening between Octavia and me will be more than a one-night affair. I have years of missed opportunities to make up for and a beautiful woman capable of fixing the injustice. I’d be insane to throw away this opportunity.

It could be the head between my legs talking or an insatiable need I never thought I’d quench, but even if our connection costs me my livelihood, I’m willing to risk it.

Everything I’ve built was founded on a lie, so as long as it is stripped from me honorably, I can rebuild. The thickness of my cock as Octavia swivels her tongue around the rim is proof of this.

“Lick it again,” I demand, my voice rough from the ecstasy clutching my throat.

“Like this?” Octavia stares straight at me while dragging her tongue from the crown of my cock to the base. When she reaches my balls sitting heavy against my thighs, she rubs her cheek over them, marking them with her scent before returning her lips to the tip.

“Again.”

When she does as asked more urgently this time around, I drop one of my hands from the tiles and dig it through her glossy locks. She doesn’t need any pointers. I’m on the verge of blowing my load down her throat, but the intensity of her sucks grows tenfold when I weave my fingers through her hair, so I keep my hand exactly where it is.

While jacking me off with one hand, she hollows her cheeks then draws me in deep. Arousal burns through me as I award her efforts with a spurt of pre-cum. She moans against my knob before her tongue flicks over the slit to gather up any leftovers.

“God,” I grunt again, incapable of a better response. “Your mouth… your lips…” I pull on her hair harder as the tightening sensation low in my balls reaches fruition again. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

As my hips rock forward and back, Octavia’s pleasurable moans increase another decibel. She seems to get off on pleasing me, and the thought has cum racing to the crown of my cock, begging to be released.

“In or out?” When she doesn’t answer me, I ask more roughly, “In or out? I can’t fucking hold back a second longer.”

Her nails digging into my ass to hold me in place should have me pulling back. It should have the contents in my stomach evacuating and my cock returning to hibernation, but the instant Octavia locks her eyes with mine to wordlessly grant me permission to come in her mouth, the nightmares of my past stay where they belong, and I release more than pent-up frustrations into her mouth.


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