Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” I groaned.
With his head blocking my view of what he was doing, I could lean back and just feel. I teased him a bit, going back and forth, back and forth, all the way down to his balls. They were smooth and tight. Full. Christ, I hadn’t expected that to turn me on so much.
Feeling bolder, I traced my fingers along his cock too, before I rubbed lube into his skin and gave him a few strokes. He whimpered at that, and I told him to stroke himself. I didn’t mean to be selfish, but I wanted to play with his ass.
My lubed-up middle finger sank into him with ease, and the angle let me feel more of him than in the shower.
We found an instinctual rhythm of me thrusting slightly into his mouth and him pushing back against my finger, and that was it. This was where I wanted to freeze time and get lost in the moment.
“This tight little ass of yours…is drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.” I pulled out and rubbed the opening with two fingers, then slowly inserted both.
He moaned around my cock, and I twisted my wrist and fucked him gently, stroking and rubbing his inner walls. My mouth watered. Now probably wasn’t the time to see if he’d be interested in a tongue-fucking… Few people were, in my experience. It was just a fantasy of mine. I’d never come close to actually going through with it.
Roe’s lust-filled sounds grew louder, another thing that chipped away at my self-restraint. He’d become bolder too. He sucked more of me, harder and faster, and he jerked himself at the same pace. When he gagged, he stayed there until he could breathe through his nose again.
My chest fell and rose more rapidly. I wasn’t ready for it to be over, but the pleasure intensified so quickly, and I couldn’t hold back worth a damn.
Three fingers buried in Roe’s ass got him going, and his reactions pushed me so close to the edge that my body’s urges took over completely. I fucked his mouth and held his head in place all while I worked his ass with my fingers hard enough for him to jostle forward with each thrust.
I heard him choke, and for a hot second, I worried I’d pushed him too hard. But then I felt hot splashes landing on my thigh, and I realized he was coming. Holy fuck. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. It felt like something detonated within me or like something snapped in half, and it became my undoing. Feverish and dizzy with dark desire, I let the pleasure rush through me as I started coming too.
I couldn’t even warn him, it happened so fast.
The waves knocked me over mentally, and I didn’t really know where I ended up. I wasn’t breathing; that much was clear. I had my eyes screwed shut too. I came and came, until I had to force air into my burning lungs. My thigh cramped uncomfortably, but I managed to stretch my leg out.
“Oh my God,” he croaked. “Holy fuck.”
I was panting. Jesus Christ. I swallowed against the dryness in my throat and couldn’t fucking stop trembling. His forehead landed on my thigh, hopefully not where he’d come, and I carefully withdrew my fingers from him.
He shuddered too.
Seconds ticked by, and I let out a long breath. I had no words. Fucking hell, this was what sex was all about. This was the mythical mind-numbing pleasure. I had no strength left in my body.
“Are you alive?”
I drew in a deep breath. “Unclear.”
He let out a weak chuckle and lifted his head, then sat back and pulled his robe shut.
“That was…”
“Yeah.” I’d been missing out.
Fuck, even my mind was empty. I had nothing.
Except…when I threw him a drowsy look, it didn’t take more than a second to realize he was already way ahead. He was wondering what happened next, and I had the answer for that.
Despite that I was nowhere near stable, I dragged myself up and off the sofa with a grunt that belonged to someone decades older than me. I shrugged out of my robe, ignoring the cold, and wiped off his come. Then I grabbed his hand and nodded toward the door.
I couldn’t speak, but I could write the end of this chapter by showing him.
After ushering him inside, I turned off all the lights, shut off the TV, and dragged him with me to bed. Under the same duvet, on the same pillow, I fused myself to him, his back to my chest, and I buried my face against his neck.
No maintaining a distance this time. I took the comfort and the affection I’d wanted when he’d been sick. I held him to me, rubbed his chest, and felt his heart slow down, breath by breath.