Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I wanted to fuck him while he was wearing it, to pull it aside and drive into him, making him writhe, making him scream. I would but not tonight.
His eyes flicked up to mine, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You have to know you’re fucking gorgeous.”
He looked startled for a moment, and I was sure he hadn’t been told that often, which was a fucking crime. I wanted to murder everyone who’d ever made him feel bad about himself.
“As hot as that is”—I gestured toward the thong that barely contained his hard cock—“I want it off. I want all of you exposed to me.”
Slowly, holding my gaze, he hooked his fingers into the waistband, stretched it out, and brought it down until his cock and balls were exposed. I wanted to taste them, to touch and tug, to make them hurt and force him to accept the exquisite torture. He was too damn beautiful.
He continued to lower the thong and his tight leather pants, turning as he bent, letting me see the ass he was only teasing me with. I’d make him pay for that later.
When he was completely naked, he slowly rolled up to standing and faced me, hip cocked out, body on display. He seemed more confident without his clothes. I wanted to know why. I wanted to peel back all his layers.
I pulled the comforter off the bed and let it fall to the floor. I didn’t want to get it all messy, and I had every intention of making a mess. “Get on the bed and recline against the pillows, legs spread.”
He looked wary for just a moment before he schooled his face, putting on the smile he’d tried to dazzle me with when he’d approached my car. The thing was, I didn’t want the pretense. I wanted the man underneath.
He positioned himself as I’d requested. His cock was hard, the tip red. I wanted to swipe my tongue across his slit and taste his precum, but he wasn’t getting my mouth, not yet.
“Don’t move,” I ordered as I crossed the room, opened my closet, and pulled out the drawer that contained all manner of things I’d like to use on Henri. For the moment, I selected only a small, pink, glass dildo. It would look exquisite against his pale skin.
When I walked back to him, I lifted the toy, letting him see it. “I’ve never used this with anyone. When I saw it, I needed it because I wanted to watch a man push it inside himself. I wanted to watch a man come while this dildo decorated his ass.”
Henri licked his lips. “I… I’m not…”
“You said I wasn’t allowed to fuck your ass. I’m not going to. You’re going to do it to yourself. I want you to push this inside, work it all the way in, and then jerk off while it stretches you.”
Not touching him might kill me, but I wanted to tease him almost as much as I wanted relief for myself. I might always get what I wanted, but I knew how to wait for it. Patience was important in my line of work.
I grabbed one of the chairs by the window, pulled it across the floor, and sat down at the end of the bed as I tossed the dildo to him along with a container of lube.
“Take all the time you need to adjust to it, but every inch of that is going in you. I want to watch your hole swallow it and see the pretty phalange pressed against your ass while you work your cock, but don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”
“I… um…”
“I’m guessing other clients haven’t been as demanding or as specific, but I know what I like, and you’re going to give it to me.”
“Yes, sir.” His shaky voice made my cock jump, and I had to remind myself why I needed to be patient.
Henri took the lube, spread some on his cock, and stroked it slowly up and down, teasing the slit, milking his precum, and licking it off his thumb while his eyes met mine.
“Good boy,” I said. “Now your ass.”
He added more lube and then pressed a slick finger to his hole. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until his finger was all the way inside. His eyes went wide, and his mouth hung open. He worked it in and out several times before adding another.
“Jerk yourself off while you stretch your ass,” I ordered.
He wrapped his other hand around his cock and did as I said. His head tipped back, and he groaned as his fingers went deeper. He moved them in and out faster, stroking his cock with the same rough rhythm. The boy was ripe to be fucked. My hand drifted down to rub against the hard ridge of my cock as I shifted position, widening my legs.