Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I whisper. “You don’t have to if—”
“I want to. Very much.”
His raspy words tickle over my face. I ache to kiss him, but I haven’t brushed my teeth. No one wants to kiss wine morning breath. Yuck. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep the whimpering at bay. Despite his rough grip and first time giving another man a hand job, I am quickly overcome with the raw pleasure coursing through me.
Jude’s hand is so large, it easily covers most of my cock from top to bottom and certainly wraps around it. I’m not by any means small in the dick department either. He’s just that huge.
“Ungh,” I croak out. “Holy shit.”
His thumb slides over the tip of my cock, teasing the wetness there. He seems fascinated by this because he does it over and over again, driving me insane with need. When he stops to rub at the slit at the top, I nearly come right then.
“I like your cock,” he murmurs against my face.
Oh, fuck.
“I like yours too,” I hiss. “Jesus, this feels insanely good.”
He continues his up and down stroking all the while teasing my slit. It has me trembling with how fantastic it feels. I can’t remember the last time I actually enjoyed sex. Sean made sure it always hurt.
Right as I feel like I might come, Jude slows down. My heart is hammering in my chest and my head feels as though it’ll explode. I whimper and beg for him to go faster, harder, quicker. He goes at a teasing pace that drives me wild. The slow build begins again, making me more and more desperate. Then, when I’m close, he lets go completely.
I cry out in protest, clawing at his arm to continue. The bed shifts and moves before he’s yanking my underwear down my thighs. A shudder of anticipation ripples through me. Are we going to have penetrative sex now? Does he even know how? I need to prepare to take him. He’s too big to just shove it in!
Sean was too big and shoved it in all the time.
You took cock like a pro back then.
Shame coats over me that I’m thinking of sex with Sean. I hated when he’d do that shit. Lube wasn’t in his vocabulary. Hot tears form in my eyes, but I don’t know how to stop this.
Weak.
You’re weak, Tate.
Always have been. Always will be.
Jude crudely shoves my thighs apart, settling his body between them. I can see the dark shadowed outline of his body as he sits on his haunches between my spread legs, towering over me with painful promise.
His massive hands grip my hips, hauling me up the tops of his thighs to meet his dick. I nearly choke with relief to realize his underwear is still on. His cock is hard, straining against the material as he pushes between my ass cheeks.
Pulsing desire shoots its way through my dick, making it bounce up eagerly. I don’t know what he’s doing, but it’s kind of hot. He starts rubbing my balls with both hands like he’s admiring the weight of them, the shape, and the fuzzy hair there. One of his thumbs even rubs along my crack, testing the puckered hole. I jolt with a fear of pain, but he doesn’t push his thumb inside.
He’s not Sean.
This settles me a bit.
Despite being a huge guy like Sean, he’s not cruel like him. At least as far as I can tell. I’m further consoled when he starts stroking my cock again with one hand and fondling my balls with the other.
For a guy who’s never given a handy to another dude, he’s actually quite creative and talented. I find myself relaxing and spreading my legs more, inviting him to rub his fat cock against my asshole that tingles with need. My hands find my knees and I pull them to my chest.
“Tate,” he rasps, voice raw and desperate. “I want to make you come.”
I cry out as I get closer to my orgasm. “I’m almost there. This feels incredible.”
He grunts in approval, continuing his stroking and teasing. His hips flex, pushing his cock against me as though he’s actually fucking me. All fear is gone and I suddenly wish he’d rip off his boxers and do just that.
I want him inside of me—stretching me and owning me and filling me with his cum.
My fantasies coupled with the reality of his touch have me coming with a scream. An actual scream. I’m both horrified and shocked that pleasure could make me do that. The scream trails off into more of a long, loud moan as my cum explodes out of me. It splatters everywhere—all over his hand, my stomach, and even a glob landing on my nipple.
He continues stroking me, using my cum as much-needed lube, until I’m weak, shivering, and no longer crying out in ecstasy.