Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Go on.”
“So that’s what I did. I made her waffles with strawberries and whipped cream because it’s her favorite. I’m not sure how good it was because I’m a shit cook, but she was so happy, I decided to spend the whole day doing all her favorite things with her. We gardened and worked on puzzles. She taught me how to crochet, something I can still do. I made her dinner too—used her fried-chicken recipe, and it came out pretty good. We just…talked and laughed. Like I said, she was so happy that it rubbed off on me. Made me feel good, if that makes sense.” I massaged my chest, right over my left pec, discomfort growing there.
“Do you know what you just did?” Parrish asked, the question drawing my gaze to his. Was this a trick question?
“Told you what you wanted to know?”
“I asked you to tell me about a time when you were happy, but your story is about when you made someone else happy. And I get it. Like you said, doing something for her made you feel good, but you can’t even name a moment that was just for you. That tells me all I need to know about you, Riv. You’re something special.”
“I’m not shit.”
“You are to me.” He stood and closed the small distance between us. I looked up at Parrish as he leaned down, palming my cock through my shorts. “You know why we’re out here? Because I remembered one time you told me you like camping, and I wanted to make you happy, just for you, because you deserve it.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, had never had anyone say something like that to me before. But then, that was the kind of man Parrish was. Somehow, he’d lived around the same bad shit we all had, but he’d risen above it. He was better than it and always had been.
“You gonna give me this? I want your dick. Wanna ride your cock right out under the stars so I can make you feel like you’re a part of them.”
I trembled. My dick swelled under his touch, like every drop of blood in my body rushed straight to my groin. My heartbeat felt like it was in my dick. It’s what pulsed with life and kept me alive because Parrish wanted it so fucking much. Because he made me feel things when I didn’t think I was capable.
He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts, so I tugged those down, taking his underwear with them, then leaned in to nuzzle his groin. He smelled musky, like sweat, desire, and man, and I was thankful for it. Wanted this moment to be honest and raw the way Parrish made me feel. Wanted it to be dirty too.
I licked his balls, felt his cock twitch against my cheek. He stood up straight, took my hat off, and tangled his fingers in my hair.
“I want you to fuck me,” Parrish said again.
“I will, but I wanna taste you first.” My tongue made a journey from the base of his shaft to his glans. I paid extra attention to that spot, lashing it with my tongue before taking his salty dick into my mouth.
I breathed him in, savored the scent and feel of him, two bodies close to each other in a way I hadn’t had in so long before Parrish. In a way that felt different with him, something I didn’t want to think about, so I fought to seal that truth up so it couldn’t hurt me, or more realistically, so I couldn’t hurt him.
“Fuck my mouth. I want to feel it,” I said, or did I beg? Why had my voice sounded so needy? So pleading? Like I would die if I didn’t have Parrish’s cock hammering my throat.
He remembered I like camping. He asked to come out here just for me. That meant something to me. This world was filled with shitty people who didn’t think about others, but in all the ugliness, Parrish did—about me, about Becca, about his nieces. About my grandma when I was away, and I was sure about hundreds of other people.
“You want it? Want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”
I wasn’t sure pretty was the word I would use, but… “You have the sentiment right,” I said when I pulled off.
Parrish cupped my face gently, like I was precious or fragile and not the kind of man I was. He stood between my legs, brushed his thumb over my lips before he held the base of his cock and traced them with that too, his precum painting me and tasting like salt and addicting.
“Tilt your head up for me, Riv. Let me look into your eyes while I take your mouth. Then I’ll give you my ass. Jesus, I still can’t believe I’m here with you like this. I want to nut just looking at my dick stretching your lips.”