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)
“Beck!” he screamed one last time as his back arched off of the bed, and his cock jerked in his hand. A surge of white cum erupted from him and splattered up his chest, which heaved to the sky.
The sight was too hot to hold on any longer. I slammed inside him and grunted through clenched teeth as my balls rolled and I exploded, filling the condom to the brim.
It took several long moments to rein in my breathing and my thundering heart. When I came back to myself, I rested Sterling’s legs onto the bed and leaned over him, keeping my weight on my elbows. I kissed every salty inch of his face until his cum grew cold and tacky between us, and my cock softened and threatened to slip free.
“I’ll go get something to clean you up,” I offered, and Sterling stole one more kiss before I climbed off of the bed, holding tightly onto the rim of the condom.
I hustled into the bathroom and got myself cleaned up quickly before returning to Sterling with a warm, wet cloth. I chuckled at the goofy smile he was wearing. “Feeling good?”
“So good,” he slurred, making me laugh again. He was cum drunk if I’d ever seen it.
I eased onto the bed next to him and used the cloth to gently wipe the mess from his chest and stomach. He scrunched his nose when I patted down his extra sensitive cock, and he hissed when I dabbed the lube from his hole.
“Are you sore?”
“A little,” he shrugged, “But it is so worth it.”
Once he was clean, I tossed the rag to the floor. I would pick it up later; first, I wanted to cuddle Sterling, so I laid down next to him and took him in my arms.
He nuzzled his face into my chest and said, "That was incredible." Before I could voice my agreement, he added, "And I don't just mean how it felt…it was wonderful because I got to share it with you. I just…I wanted you to know how much it meant to me."
I squeezed him tighter against me. "I do know, because it meant the same to me." He meant so much to me. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that I loved Sterling, but I was afraid to say the words aloud. I didn't want him to feel pressured to say them back if he didn't feel the same way. And I would never risk scaring him away.
I flinched when a loud beep sounded from the floor, followed by a robotic voice announcing, "You have one new voice message from Mom."
"Sorry, that's my phone," Sterling said as his cheeks pinked, presumably from getting a post-sex message from his mother.
"No problem; let me grab it for you." I reached down to his jeans on the floor and pulled his phone from the pocket before passing it to him.
Sterling pressed a button on the side of the phone and said, "Play the message."
A woman's voice came through the speaker. "Hi, honey. Your dad and I were hoping you could come to dinner at our place tomorrow evening. I'm making spaghetti and your favorite dessert. Just let us know if you can make it. Love you!"
"Aw, that was sweet," I smiled when the message stopped. "Do you and your parents get together often?"
"Yeah, we usually have dinner together a few times a month."
"That's so nice." I nestled in next to him again and asked, "So, what's your favorite dessert?"
"Chocolate chip cheesecake."
"Mm, that sounds delicious."
"It is. She usually only makes it during the holidays, but I guess I lucked out."
"Well I hope you have a fantastic time with them, sweetheart," I told him warmly. "And eat a piece of that cheesecake for me, okay?"
He was quiet for a moment before replying, "You could eat a piece for yourself if you'd want to."
"What do you mean?"
Sterling traced his finger through my chest hair. "Well, you could come with me to their place; if you want to, I mean. I’ll call them later, but I know they'd love to have you. Hell, they'd probably flip out on me if they found out I was dating someone and didn't bring him."
I wondered if he could get my heart through my chest when my pulse sped up. Meeting his parents was a huge step, but Sterling seemed excited to take it. "If you're sure you're comfortable and that they won't mind, I'd love to come with you." From what he told me about them, Sterling's parents sounded like wonderful people and I was looking forward to meeting them.
"I'm sure," he said determinedly before resting his head on my shoulder. "As long as you don't mind spending your whole weekend with me."
"I can't think of a better way to spend it," I argued. I would gladly share every moment he'd have me.