Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“I’m not going to teach you how to suck any man’s cock,” I told her. “I’m going to teach you specifically how to suck mine.”
Her breathing intensified, puffs of warm air defrosting the Popsicle where I held it before her.
“Because — and let me make this crystal clear — while I am fucking you, you are only mine to fuck. And I am only yours. Understand?”
She nodded, eager and impatient.
“First, I want you to tease me,” I said. “Wrap those perfect lips around the tip and taste.”
Chloe bent forward enough to capture the tip of the Popsicle, and my nostrils flared when she closed her mouth around it. I could tell she was swirling her tongue, and my cock jumped at the need to switch places.
“Good,” I told her. “Now slide a little deeper, and suck.”
I could see the tentativeness in her expression as she withdrew, lips to tip, and then dove a little deeper. Her cheeks hollowed out and a sucking, popping noise filled the kitchen.
I groaned.
“Fuck, yes, Chloe. Just like that.”
She preened when I said her name, rolling her tongue around the maybe inch and a half she’d made wet before she closed her mouth and sucked again.
“Now, you’re going to make it real wet and sloppy,” I told her. “Spit on it, and take it deeper.”
Chloe swallowed, her eyebrows folding together before she withdrew from the Popsicle and stared at it like a challenge. She closed her mouth and swirled saliva, and then she spit, coating the Popsicle before she wrapped it up in her mouth again.
This time, she slid it in about halfway and gagged.
“Sorry,” she said, pulling off and hanging her head.
“Eyes up here.”
Her gaze snapped to mine.
“Do not apologize,” I warned. “I will only tell you once.”
I teased her lips with the Popsicle as she stared up at me, shame and the remnants of her orgasm still staining her cheeks.
“I’ll show you how to use your hands for what your mouth can’t fit,” I explained. And then I lowered just half a foot, staring down at her as I forced the Popsicle into her mouth. She let me in, licking and sucking and keeping her eyes on me. “Besides, I fucking love when you gag.”
She whimpered, the sound vibrating through the Popsicle all the way to my hand.
And that was it.
I’d had enough of using a fucking prop.
I pulled the Popsicle away, savoring the sucking noise she made when it released from her lips. I didn’t even look as I tossed it into the sink. I would deal with that later.
Right now, my only mission was to hear her make that gagging noise with my cock halfway down her throat.
“Lick your lips clean,” I told her, and I watched her do so slowly as I plucked the button free on my jeans and slid the zipper down. I stood right in front of her as I maneuvered the denim down my thighs and let it fall at my ankles.
These jeans were custom made for me — had to be, because hockey had carved my ass and thighs into fucking massive heaps of stone.
When they pooled at my feet, I left them there.
And Chloe gaped when she realized there wasn’t another layer separating us.
I fisted my erection, stifling a groan at the first bit of contact. I was so worked up after her riding my face and that little Popsicle lesson that I felt like I could pump five times and blow. Part of me wanted to. I wondered what she’d look like with a shiny pearl necklace, her doe eyes all wide and innocent as I painted her.
But she wanted to learn.
And I’d be a lying sonofabitch if I said I didn’t get off at the thought of being her first, of being the one to teach her.
“Show me you know what to do,” I said, releasing myself.
Chloe’s hand shook a bit as she reached out, her palm warm when it wrapped around my base. I sucked in a breath when she touched me, my cock jumping against her touch, and then her eyes were fixed on me.
She leaned forward, pressing my crown against her tongue.
My eyes rolled all the way back.
“Yes,” I breathed, fisting one hand in her hair. I wrapped it around the hair tie struggling to hold back her locks and cradled her skull so I could guide her if needed. “I love when you taste my cock.”
She moaned, wrapping her lips around me and sliding down an inch. That vibration, the coolness of her tongue from the Popsicle, the eagerness with which she took me… it was enough to have me all the way fucked up in just the first sixty seconds of this blowjob.
Just like I’d taught her, Chloe swirled her tongue, tasting and teasing with her eyes on me. When she pulled back and dove a little deeper, she sucked, her cheeks going hollow, and the pressure made me groan and fist her hair tighter.