Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
He pulled back, and our gazes held. I saw so much emotion in his eyes: pain, lust, fear. I wanted to soothe him. I wanted him to know that he deserved to have family who cared about him. My father had been a horrible son of a bitch, but having my brothers made all the difference. I wasn’t sure I’d be here today if it hadn’t been for them.
I reached for the fastening of TJ’s jeans, popped the button, and began to lower the zipper. He leaned back on his hands, giving me better access.
When I had them open all the way, I tugged, pulling them and his boxers down. He lifted his ass so I could push them to the floor. I yanked off one of his boots, then the other.
He watched me intently, but he didn’t say a word. I felt like we’d stepped out of time. We were there alone, and all that mattered was the care we could give each other.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, and he shuddered when I licked a drop of precum from his slit.
“More,” he demanded, and I gave it to him. I gripped his inner thighs and pushed his legs open farther so I could lift his cock and suck on his balls. His grip on me tightened, and I felt the rock-hard tension in his thighs.
I was going to push him until he let go. I was going to give him what he needed. I wanted to serve him, to surrender to him, and I no longer cared if he knew it.
I teased him, licking and sucking his balls while I gave his cock long, slow strokes.
One of his hands slid into my hair and yanked me back. I gasped at the force of his hand, but I didn’t fight him.
“Don’t play games with me.” TJ’s voice was thick and gravelly.
“I’m enjoying you.”
“I want to fuck your mouth.”
I met his gaze. “Are you going to take your anger out on me?”
“Do you want me to?”
I tried to look away, but he took hold of my chin and turned me back to face him. “Look at me when you answer.”
“Yes.” It was the hardest confession I’d made to him.
“Fuck. That is so hot.”
The way TJ smiled down at me made the tension in my chest dissipate.
“Suck me,” he ordered.
I took him deep, suddenly desperate to taste him. It took time to adjust to his size, but before long, I was able to swallow his whole length and press my nose to the tight curls at the base of his cock.
“Holy fuck.” He sat up farther, seeming to push even deeper. I sputtered around him and pulled back. He smiled and caressed my cheek. “You’re incredible.”
His compliment made me want to please him even more. Why had I been so determined to hate him? He took hold of my head and pulled me back down. I opened so he could thrust into my mouth. When he drove in hard, I struggled and choked. It was too much too fast, but as he kept going, I managed to relax.
I did trust him. Maybe that was crazy. It made no sense. It went against everything I thought I believed in, but I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me, at least not physically. What he was going to do to me emotionally when he left—I didn’t want to think about that. All I wanted to think about was giving him pleasure and surrendering to my need for him.
I pressed my hands against his thighs, squeezing tight as I fought the urge to struggle. I could do this. I could relax. I could let go and give TJ control.
He worked himself in and out of my mouth, lifting his hips and holding me down. He pressed me against him until I thought I would run out of air.
When he finally let go, I sat back on my heels, gasping for breath. He rose to his feet, and seeing him looking down at me was fucking intimidating. I still believed I could take him if I had to, but I didn’t want to fight. I rose up on my knees and laid my hands against his hips. “More?”
He growled. “Fuck yes.”
I took his cock down my throat again. In this position, he could thrust harder, so I simply relaxed, opened my throat, and let him. In that moment, I might’ve let him do anything. When I had seen him looking so sad and scared earlier, I knew I would do whatever it took to make him happy, not because he was forcing me to but because I wanted to.
TJ wasn’t the man I’d originally thought he was. Like me, he was someone who had been hurt by the people who should have loved him most.