Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“Nah. I’m not freaking. Just not sure how to start.”
“Take my cock out.” He guided my left hand to his fly, helping me with his buckle and zipper, and then there it was, his cock in my hand.
“Wow.” My first time holding a cock not my own, and it was a thick, ruddy thing, pulsing with life and warmth, slightly damp at the tip, perfect fit like finding a high-end joystick for a favorite game. Like me, he was cut, but he was thicker with a much rounder head and firm veins to tease my fingertips. I could almost forget this was the wrong hand for me, sinking instead into the sensation of how right he felt in my grip.
“Lick it,” Malik ordered. Or rather, suggested. He wasn’t being bossy as much as throwing out ideas. So I did, darting my tongue across the head of his cock. Warm skin. Softer than I might have thought. A little salty.
“Fuck.” Malik groaned, making me repeat the action more deliberately, licking along the underside of his cock where I was always more sensitive.
“So good. God, that feels amazing. More like that.”
“Like this?” I flicked my tongue a few more times but worries over whether he was only giving praise to be nice had my hand trembling around the base of his cook.
“Yeah. You look so hot doing it too.” He brushed the hair from my forehead, stroking my cheek. “Do a little more? Please?”
The please got me, the way he wasn’t demanding or assuming but asking. The request also reassured me that he really was enjoying, not just enduring.
“Okay.” I swallowed hard, saliva gathering in my mouth. I licked him all over this time, up, down, around, with long strokes and little flicks of my tongue. He gasped when I reached his cockhead again, so I paid particular attention there.
“Fuck, baby. That feels amazing. Keep going.”
I barely suppressed a moan of my own. Loving the praise, I tried closing my mouth around the head, sucking lightly.
“Mmmm.” His pleased rumble went straight to my aching dick. “Fuck, but you have pretty lips.”
Humming, I took him deeper, surprised that I wasn’t anywhere close to gagging. Back when I had both hands, I used to suck my own fingers sometimes while jerking. Just a thing I did, so maybe I had less gag reflex or something. Or maybe I just really wanted to suck Malik. Sliding back, I found a rhythm of going deeper and then retreating, letting the heavy weight of his cock on my tongue guide me, spur me on.
“Damn. You’re good. Sure this is your first time?”
I laughed as I pulled back. “Positive. I’d remember this.”
“Me too.” He chuckled warmly. “Keep going?”
I went back to sucking, experimenting with adding licks.
“Teeth,” he warned.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. You’re doing so good. Light teeth felt good, actually. Just watch them.”
“I will,” I promised, returning to swallowing him as deep as I could, covering my teeth carefully with my lips.
“Fuck. Yes. Deep like that, baby.” I liked the way he called me baby and made me feel brilliant at the same time, so I took him even farther into my mouth, moving my hand. No gagging. Huh. I did it again, surprised at how having my mouth so full made my cock push even more insistently against my fly.
I liked doing. No, I loved it. I tumbled into some trance-like state where the rhythm came naturally to me. Up. Down. Farther. Lick. Suck. Tease the tip. Up. Down. Swallow. Listen to Malik gasp and groan.
“Beautiful, so beautiful. You are the hottest fucking thing.”
I moaned around his cock, wanting him to tell me again how pretty my lips were. He traced them with his thumb, gently mapping the way my mouth stretched around his thick cock.
“Your lips are so soft. Damn. Not sure if I want to kiss you again or keep you down there forever.”
“Yes,” I moaned my agreement to whatever he wanted, both options fine by me. I could be Malik’s personal dick sucker, a fate that didn’t seem terrible at all. I could stay close by him, waiting for him to summon me over and…
“Oh.” Trembling all over, I gasped around his dick, sucking faster and harder, sloppier now, but Malik didn’t seem to mind, catching a stray drip of saliva with his thumb.
“That’s it. Love it wet like that.”
“Mmm.” I agreed. I cared less about messy and more about getting him off. I wanted to make this man come like I hadn’t wanted anything in a super long time. The job with A-List. My car. My apartment. I’d trade them all to see Malik come. I sucked harder.
“Fuck. You’re gonna do it,” he groaned. “Better pull—”
“No,” I cut him off with a frustrated noise. “I wanna swallow. No going halfway. I want it all.”
“Fuck.” He was breathing hard, the tension in his thighs and words making clear how close he was. “Sure, have at it. I’m tested. Get me off, azizam.”