Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I looked up at him and lapped at his balls as Brody ran his fingers through my hair. I swiped my tongue across his slit, tasting his precum too. “Now I have both of us on my tongue. You gonna do anything about that, O’Ralley?”
“I’m going to drive you fucking wild.”
I had no doubt he was, but I also knew this was a first for him, so I put a hand on his cheek and asked, “You sure?”
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here. Don’t you know me by now? I’m already in a whole lot of trouble with you, No Good Mitchell, so I might as well go all in.”
Brody’s eyes didn’t leave mine as he leaned forward and licked a strip up my shaft. “Oh fuck.” I nearly jolted off the couch.
He smiled. “I’m gonna be good at this.”
“Less talking, more sucking,” I teased, and he laughed before getting to work again.
He watched me as he sucked me into his mouth. He used his hand in unison, working me up until my thighs started to shake, maybe my whole damn body. I moved my hips a little, thrust into the hot suction of his mouth. My hand knotted in his hair, and Brody moaned around my cock like he was in fucking heaven.
Christ, he really was fucking good at this. My balls were tight, aching. I fought it off, not wanting to give in, wanting to feel his mouth on me all damn day if I could, but then he took me deeper, gagged a little. My hand tugged at his hair, Brody whimpered this deep, rough sound, and that was all it took. I swear it felt like stars and light danced behind my eyelids, this vivid burst of brightness. I cried out, let loose as I shot my load down his throat.
Brody took it, swallowed me down, and damned if that didn’t make me shoot again.
My bones melted, but I wasn’t done with him yet. He shoved to his feet and went to stroke his cock, but I swatted his hand away, leaned forward, and sucked him.
I was a damn good cocksucker. I took him to the back of my throat, swallowed around him as Brody thrust between my lips. It didn’t take long for his thighs to tighten under my hands, his cock to spasm as he filled my mouth with his release.
I swallowed, looked up at him, and winked. “You didn’t think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you?”
He was breathing heavily, ran his fingers through my hair, and answered with, “We are so fucked.”
Yeah, somehow I knew he was right.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Brody
Having worked up a sweat with Cohen, I rinsed my face in his bathroom, inspecting myself in the mirror to make sure I didn’t have a bit of Cohen sliding off my lips. Not a trace, something I was damn proud of since I swallowed his load like a champ.
We are so fucked.
That was an understatement.
As much as I didn’t know what to do about Cohen Mitchell, I clearly didn’t have any difficulty making sense of what to do with his cock.
I couldn’t get that sensation out of my mind—how it pushed my mouth open as I took more and more, sliding along the base of my tongue. I’d wanted to impress him with how I could blow him, but then he blew me…and I felt like such a goddamn amateur. Something I’d have to figure out before next time.
Next time?
Yeah, this was definitely a problem, the sort I didn’t have any intention of making go away, no matter how angry Big Daddy might get if he found out, which wasn’t happening anyway, so what did it matter? But if it didn’t really matter, why did I have to keep reminding myself of that fact?
I finished up in the bathroom, and found Cohen in the kitchen. He closed the microwave door, mashing his thumb on a few buttons before pressing Start.
“Did I work up an appetite for someone?” I approached the dining table and put my hand on the back of a chair.
He turned to me, folding his arms and leaning back against the stove. “Just decided you’re going to stick around for dinner, so if you have a few other BJs lined up, might as well cancel them.”
God, I wished I could have kept from smiling at that. “Gonna have a lot of disappointed dicks waiting.”
“Look, greater men than you have begged me to make them my world-famous stroganoff, so a simple thank-you is all I need from you.”
“Greater men than me? Now I’m not sure I can trust anything you say.” That familiar warm smile spread across his face, so I added, “Well, that smile lets me know I at least made the top five.”
“Top five?” He pondered for a moment. “Maybe the top ten.”