Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
I slid my fingers beneath the elastic band and pulled the cotton down his thighs, releasing his cock from beneath them. I let out a moan from just the sight; it was about six inches long and slim, and had a cut pink tip which was glistening with pre-cum. His balls were covered in auburn curls. He was, in a word, perfect.
“Sterling, you’re…” When I found that there was no other word good enough to describe him, I finished with, “Perfect. Good lord, you’re gorgeous.”
“I need to feel you,” Sterling requested, raising his hands towards me. “Please.”
I climbed onto the bed on my knees next to him, and Sterling pressed his palms to my stomach. He combed through the hair there before gliding them down onto my thighs. My eyes rolled back and closed when he squeezed my muscles and massaged them.
They popped right back open when Sterling moved his hand inward and wrapped his fingers around my hard cock. “Oh wow,” he whispered, sliding up and down my shaft to feel its size, which was a little longer and thicker than his.
Whether he was touching for my pleasure or just to visualize what I looked like, I didn’t want him to stop, so I moaned, “That feels amazing.” At my words, Sterling’s lip tucked between his teeth in determination, and he stroked my cock faster.
Wanting to give him the same wonderful feeling, I took his shaft in my hand and slowly pulled from root to tip, as a clear bead bubbled out of his slit and onto my fingers. He whimpered and I moved quicker, stroking him as I watched his pretty pink tip pop through my fist.
The faster I pumped his flesh, the more pre-cum oozed out onto my hand. My mouth watered for a taste and I thought about licking my fingers clean until I decided to go straight for the source.
Sterling grunted in protest when I let loose of his shaft, but it morphed into a long moan of pleasure when I leaned down and wrapped my lips around him instead. I hungrily licked at his crown, lapping up every tangy, delicious drop from his skin. He stopped his hand and squeezed my cock, seemingly forgetting what he was doing and just hanging on for the ride.
I didn’t care. My only desire was to make him feel good. I widened my jaws and lowered my lips, slipping every inch of his dick into my mouth until his salty tip brushed the back of my throat.
I swallowed around him and bobbed my head up and down, milking his hot flesh with everything I had. It wasn’t long until Sterling’s hips humped off of the mattress, pushing his cock further down my throat as he moaned my name. I knew he was getting close, but I didn’t want him to come; not yet. I wanted to be inside him first.
I gave him one last lick from root to tip before settling back up onto my knees. Before I could make another move, Sterling sat up, his hand still clenched around my cock, and dove down, taking my crown into his mouth and drawing a cry of, “Fuck!” from mine.
He quickly pulled his lips off with a pop and asked, “Is this okay? I wanted to try.”
I nearly laughed at the absurdity of the question; never in the history of ever was getting your dick sucked not okay. Instead, I answered, “Sweetheart, it is so much better than okay.”
Sterling nodded and lowered his head once more. Just as I’d done, he pressed his tongue to my tip and licked fervently, soaking my skin with his saliva. Once I was slick and dripping, he wrapped his lips around my shaft and slid them down my length.
When he had a little over half in his mouth, Sterling gagged slightly and pulled back. I combed my fingers through his hair and told him, “It’s okay, sweetheart; you don’t have to take it all. It feels so good.”
He bobbed his head again, stopping before he gagged again, and sucked hard as he pulled back. “Yes, Sterling,” I moaned, “Just like that.”
His mouth was warm and wonderful as he sucked against me, tonguing my slit and gliding his lips along my shaft. He cupped his hand over my heavy, hairy balls and squeezed them gently. Pressure built low in my gut; Sterling was making me feel too good to hang on. And as much as I wanted release, I promised my sweet man everything, and I hadn’t delivered…yet.
I put my hand on his cheek and eased his lips off of me. Before he could think he’d done something wrong, I asked, “Do you have lube?”
Sterling nodded and replied, “In the nightstand. Do you have protection?”
“Yes.” My father, god rest his beautiful soul, had taught me to always carry a condom in my wallet, and I always followed his advice. I jumped off of the bed and hustled over to my jeans, which were halfway across the room.