Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Slavik, there is something I always wanted to try.” My hands shook as nerves took over.
He put his phone down and looked up. “There is?”
I nodded. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
His response surprised me. At first, I hesitated, shocked by his word, then I did no more than sink to my knees in front of his chair. There was enough space for me to fit. Putting my hands on his knees, I slid them up until I got to his zipper.
His hands were on the outside of his legs, and he made no move to help me as I worked the zip down.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
My heart raced. Heat pooled between my thighs. Nerves hit me hard. “I want to … suck your cock.”
Did that sound corny? Porn star-ish? I had no idea, but this was what I’d been thinking about each time he went down on me. I loved his mouth on my pussy. The pleasure of his tongue as it danced across my clit. For a while now, I’d been thinking about reciprocating the offer, only, nothing had come up.
“You want to suck my cock?”
“Yes.” Insecurity rushed through me as I sat back. “Unless you don’t want me to.” I’d assumed he would. Rejection was a hard thing to swallow, but it was my birthday, just another thing to add to my bad memories.
Slavik opened his belt, then his button, before taking out his cock. He wasn’t completely hard, but as he worked from the tip down to the root and back again, I looked into his eyes. “Babe, I’ve got no problems with you wanting to suck on my cock. Why today? Is it a special occasion?”
I kept the smile on my lips even as his words cut me to the core. Rather than voice my feelings, I wrapped my fingers around his length. “You’re going to have to tell me what to do.” Every time I brought up my lack of experience, it seemed to drive him crazy, and I enjoyed it.
“First, you’re going to want to lick it. Use your tongue, taste me.”
I moved forward, shuffling on my knees. With Slavik holding his cock up for me, I licked from the root down to the tip. The taste and feel of him were so strange. Hard as he was getting, so the more he held himself, and soft at the same time. A hint of salt hit my tongue as I flicked across the little slit in the top of his cock.
Gliding down the opposite side, I licked his cock.
“Now, put your lips on the tip, and slowly sink your mouth on my dick.”
With my gaze on him, I wrapped my lips around the head. He was even harder now, and I tucked my hair behind my ear, taking his cock into my mouth, feeling him go down until he hit the back of my throat. I stopped and quickly eased back, coming off his length.
“Keep doing it.” He held himself still, and I worked his cock with my mouth, sucking him to the back of my throat.
After a few seconds, he released his length and I took hold of him. He wrapped his fingers in my hair and began to guide me over his length, making me take more of him. Even as I gagged, he held my head in place and started to thrust up into my mouth.
I moaned.
With each thrust, the taste of him got stronger in my mouth.
“Fuck. Yes. Fuck. That feels so fucking good.” In and out he pumped, and I couldn’t resist looking at him.
His gaze was on me.
“You’re going to have to stop or you’re going to get a mouthful of cum.”
I kept my lips on his cock, and as he came, I was shocked by the jerk of his release as it filled my mouth. On instinct, I swallowed him down, relishing the taste of him as he hit the back of my throat.
His tight grip on my hair pulled me off his length, and I sat back, wiping at my wet lips to dry them.
Slavik had closed his eyes as he came. Finally, he opened his eyes, and I smiled at him. He stroked my face, and no words were needed.
The moment was interrupted by the shrill of his cell phone. I stayed on the floor, kneeling as he answered.
I saw the sudden change in him.
“On my way.” He got to his feet.
I shuffled out of my spot and followed him. “What is it? What’s the matter?” Worry filled me.
“It’s Ivan. His home was attacked last night. He’s in the hospital. They don’t know if he’s going to make it.”
“Oh, no.”
“I’ve got to head out there,” Slavik said.
“Let me come with you.”
“No! You’re staying here. Don’t argue with me. I can’t take care of you and do my job. Just stay here.”