Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I would do anything for her, didn’t she know that?
“Good,” she said with a secret smile. And then she lowered herself to her knees.
Oh. Fuck.
Lord, please give me strength, I prayed fervently as she fumbled with my pants. She was nervous, I could tell. I knew she’d never done this before. But she was nowhere near as nervous as I was.
I was afraid I was going to pop before she even started sucking.
I looked down to watch as she tugged my already hard cock out of my jeans. She licked her lips, staring at the shaft in her hand. And then she leaned forward and licked it.
And I nearly came right then and there.
“Holy hell,” I breathed, my head falling back against the wall. Cynthia started to tease me—no, to torture me—slowly kissing and nibbling her way up and down my cock. I wasn’t sure if she thought that’s what a blowjob was or if this was her trying things out, and I didn’t much care. It felt fucking amazing.
Holy fucking hell, that feels so much better than it should. It feels better than almost anything I’ve felt in my life. Other than her sweet little pussy or ass, of course.
I huffed through my lips as my hands found her hair. I resisted the urge to push her head down on my cock. She was exploring my body and was on the verge of stealing what was left of my sanity. And from the cute little sounds she was making, she was pretty damned pleased with herself too.
Oh, yeah, my lady was enjoying this way more than I could have imagined.
I cracked open one eye and nearly erupted. My sweet little Cynthia was smiling as she gobbled my knob. She was having fun.
Who was I to rain on her parade? Even if it killed me, I’d let her work her pretty little mouth all over me, not fast enough to get me there and not slow enough for me to back away from the brink.
Yeah, the guys on Game of Thrones had nothing on my Cynthia. All you needed was a never-ending virgin blow job from the world’s most beautiful girl and anyone would crack. It wouldn’t take weeks to turn a man to emotional mush. It would take minutes.
And then she pulled my cock into her pretty little mouth and sucked. Hard. I stared at her head as she started bobbing it slowly up and down my cock. That was it. That was enough to seal the deal.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come. I want to . . . come inside you.”
She made a little noise that sounded an awful lot like ‘no.’
“Listen, little girl, I don’t think you are—oh, Christ! You are not ready for what is about to happen,” I ground out, trying to stop myself from throwing her over the 1950s kitchen table and screwing her six ways from Sunday.
Of course, the rational part of my brain knew I wouldn’t get anywhere near the table. I was about to blow and it was going to be big. Yellowstone geyser big.
Cynthia started humming.
I knew she was trying to talk around my dick, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt like a thousand tiny vibrations that shot right down to the root of my cock. Everything turned white and my body convulsed. My legs were shaking as my seed pumped right into her gorgeous mouth.
And she swallowed it. She swallowed it all, God bless her. I gripped her head, unable to control myself anymore. Hell, I was barely standing. It felt like my tailbone was a goddamn lighting rod in the middle of a hurricane.
“Fuck.” I groaned helplessly as she kept on sucking until the last drop was gone. Then she swirled her tongue over the tip. “Baby girl . . .”
I wanted to hold her head there and make her keep doing what she was doing. I also wanted to push her away because I knew I had zero control over what might come out of my mouth. Those words were hovering there again. The words I’d never said to a woman other than my ma and little sister.
And then I decided, fuck it. Why was I holding back? The woman was down there, sending bolts of pure ecstasy through my body, making me hard again. She was perfect. I fucking loved the hell out of her and she deserved to know.
But not like this.
I gripped her shoulders and pulled her up to face me. She licked her lips and my cock jumped, already at full mast again. I held her face and brushed her hair away so I could see her eyes when I said it.
“I love you. I fucking love you so fucking much.”
My voice was rough. Raw with emotions. Her eyes got wide with surprise.
“Guess you weren’t expecting me to say that,” I said tenderly. And then I scooped her up and carried her to the couch. I wanted to have her. But more than that, I wanted to show her how I felt with my hands and mouth.