Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“You’re so good for me. You gave me what I wanted, but that wasn’t enough. Watching you has me so hard. I need the hot clasp of your throat. I need to use you, need to take your mouth hard and fast. You’re going to give that to me, aren’t you?”
I nodded as I tried to pull in a shaky breath.
“That’s right. You’re not going to fight me, are you?”
I shook my head. “No, sir.”
“Good. Now open up and let me in.”
Lance gripped the sides of my head and pulled me down onto his cock. He didn’t go slow, but I didn’t want him to. I didn’t care that I gagged around him as he pushed deeper into me.
“Fuck. You feel so good, Julian.” He pushed me back, sliding out and looking down at me. “Do you trust me?”
I nodded, and he tightened his grip on my hair. “Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
He pushed back in, groaning as I swallowed him. He moved in and out a few times before pushing deeper, not stopping until my face was buried against the hair at the base of his cock.
He held me there, and I squeezed my hands together behind my back. I tried to give in, but I struggled against his hold. I needed air. This was too much, way too much. He said to trust him, but I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t…
He let me go, and I sucked in gasping breaths as I gazed at him.
“I know what you can take,” he said. “You really can trust me.”
I nodded. “More.”
“Come here.” He pulled me to him again. I took him down, sliding my tongue along his underside. “That’s right. Pleasure me. Show me what you can do.”
I worked him, bobbing my head up and down, licking and sucking. He was shifting in the seat, but he let me control things for a few minutes even as his hips lifted, driving him deeper into my mouth. Eventually, he took over again, hands slipping into my hair, pushing me down. making me swallow him whole.
Something was different this time. I didn’t feel the urge to fight. I gave in and let him use my mouth. I stayed relaxed even when I choked around him and spit ran down my chin. He wasn’t going to hurt me. I wanted it. I wanted to pleasure him.
“God, Julian. You’re incredible.”
I moaned around him and rolled my eyes up to meet his. He stared down at me, holding my gaze as his thrusts became harder, jolting me. I took it all.
“I’m going to come in your throat, Julian. I expect you to swallow every drop.”
I tried to nod, but he was holding me so tightly I could barely move. He worked himself up into me with rough thrusts. Just as I started to grow desperate for air, he came, flooding my throat with his spunk.
I swallowed again and again, drinking it down, my cock hard and ready again. I loved this, loved submitting to him. By the time he released me, the world had started to go fuzzy at the edges. I laid my head against his thigh and rested there, panting, covered in spit and cum.
Lance soothed me, running his hand through my hair over and over. “You’re perfect, Julian. You’re just what I need.”
I wanted him to mean those words. I wanted him to truly need me the way he was making me need him, but I couldn’t let myself believe that. I wouldn’t be able to handle the grief when he was done with me if I did, but silently, I said You’re what I need too.
25
Lancelot
Julian looked utterly wrecked, his lips red and swollen, his face glossy with cum, spit trailing down his neck. I wanted to lick him clean. I wanted to wrap him up and hold him. I wanted to keep him.
I would keep him. He was mine. No one was going to hurt him, and I was never going to let him go.
“Are you all right, baby?”
He gave a barely there nod against my thigh. I wanted to pull him back onto my lap, difficult as that was in the confined space. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I didn’t want to scare him.
He wasn’t scared when you stuffed your dick down his throat and wouldn’t let him breathe. You think he’s going to be scared now?
But there was a big difference between enjoying sex together, being well matched in bed—or in a car you borrowed—and wanting to truly be with someone, to stay with them… to love them.
I didn’t know if he was ready to hear what I was feeling, and I wasn’t going to misstep this time. I always dove right in and took exactly what I wanted. Hell, I’d been doing that with Julian from the moment I’d met him, but not with this. This time I was going to have some restraint. I could wait until the exact right moment to tell him my heart was in this too.