Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
He had a huge bed with a large, white, cloth-covered headboard. It looked like a bed for a king, which was what he deserved. The rest of the room had the typical stuff, including a bathroom off it, but the most amazing feature was directly in front of his bed—two accordion glass doors that opened onto a large balcony, where I could see a hot tub and a futon stacked with pillows, all with the view of the golden coast as a backdrop.
What the fuck was I doing here? I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, only ya know, he wasn’t paying me to be with him.
“I like boys who are prepared.” Marcus palmed the cheeks of my ass, spreading them.
“Speaking of being prepared, unless I excuse myself for a bit, I’m not sure this is the best time for butt stuff. Sorry. I should have mentioned that before.” He was quiet. Shit. Now I’d disappointed him. “I can go take care of it, but only because—”
“No.” He wrapped his arms around me from behind, then fisted my cock, slowly stroking me. “There are other things we can do. I want you too much to wait.”
“That makes two of us.” I leaned back against him while Marcus lazily jacked me off. He was still dressed, his clothes rough against my skin, while one of his hands moved over to play with my full balls.
“Pretty cock on a pretty boy.”
My knees went weak. If he hadn’t been holding me up, I was pretty sure I would have collapsed. “Don’t make me come yet. I wanna suck you off, want to make you bust a nut before you do the same for me.”
Marcus fucking growled, nuzzling his face into my neck. “Christ, you’re going to be the death of me.” He pulled back. “Open the doors.”
“So bossy.”
“Stop pretending you don’t like it.”
I walked over and pushed open one, then the other. The sound of the ocean filled the room, the sun slowly slipping lower in the sky.
When I turned around, Marcus was naked, and goddamn. If I thought he was sexy before, there was nothing like seeing him bare. His abs looked like they’d been sculpted out of stone, his nipples dark against his skin that was a shade or two a lighter brown.
I loved the tattoo in the middle of his chest, a skull with roses on each side.
I didn’t move from the doorway, waiting until Marcus walked over to me. “Fuck, you’re so damn fine, Marcus.”
“You too. I can’t wait to see you on your knees.”
Oh, well, hello there. I trembled. That had been really fucking hot. I knelt, not needing him to tell me twice. Marcus held the base of his cock—thick and beautiful and mouthwatering. I tilted my head up, and he traced my lips with the tip. When he eased back, I licked them. I could taste his precum there.
Marcus kept his dark pubes short and neatly trimmed. He took a step, pushing up on his toes so his nuts met my mouth. I smiled before dipping lower so he could flatten his feet while I lavished his balls. They tasted like salt and smelled so fucking good, a heady mixture of musk and fading soap. His sac was tight. I kissed it, licked it, nuzzled into him, inhaling his scent, letting his short, coarse hairs prickle my tongue.
“I love cock,” I said.
“Lick it.”
“My pleasure.” I did as he said, starting at his balls and letting my tongue make the long journey up his shaft until I hit the tip.
“Open,” Marcus said, and I did that too, looking up at him as he pushed his cock past my lips, stretching them. He fucked into me gently and slowly, in short thrusts like he was letting me get used to him. My dick and balls were throbbing with the need for release, but I wanted to work a load out of Marcus before I let myself come.
When he stopped moving, he didn’t need words to tell me it was my turn to do the work. I wrapped a hand around him, sucking him while I bobbed my head, savoring the heat that radiated off him.
Marcus’s hand, which was bigger than mine, held my head, thumb brushing against my scalp as he said, “Fuck, that’s it. I knew you’d have a good mouth. Gonna keep you down there, sucking my cock every time I want to shoot my load.”
My dick twitched, his words fueling me, making me take him deeper, wanting this to be the best blowjob Marcus had ever had, wanting him to lose control, fuck my mouth, and then come down my throat.
“Christ,” he said, pulling back, panting, then rubbing his spit-slicked cock and balls all over my face.
I fucking loved it.
“You’re already going to make me blow my load.”