Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He leans back and whispers against my lips, “Good boy,” while offering a soft rub to the back of my neck.
I want to be a good boy for him. I want to please him.
I push him back toward the headboard, and he follows my head before I pull down his boxers, exposing his hard girth.
As much as I’ve seen it when he’s been around the condo, it’s never looked this fucking hard, and it leaves me wondering how the hell anyone takes something this big. But the size just makes me want it even more.
I lift his cock, studying it for a moment.
I’m nervous about what this will mean for us…if it will change this special thing that Frankie and I share. At the same time, it feels so right, and I want it so bad that I push past any nervousness I’m feeling and slide his dick into my mouth, enjoying the taste of Frankie’s flesh.
The soft skin feels good against my lips as I move up and down, enjoying the sounds of him moaning.
He places his hand on my head and strokes softly, offering me praise in this like he would when we do our puppy training. Like I’m doing good for the master.
God, I’d forgotten how good it feels to have a cock in my mouth.
I lift my gaze to see Frankie, his head rolling across the back of his headboard as he grits his teeth, clearly enjoying it as much as I am.
I continue my work, focusing, gripping the base with my hand and moving it in synch with my mouth until I taste his pre-come, which urges me on.
“God, Ev,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking good at that.”
His reassurance makes me work even harder.
I want to make him feel so good and forget about any of the bullshit he was thinking about today.
“Jesus, I’m gonna…”
I pull my mouth off his cock and continue stroking it with my hand, watching him as he twitches, his come shooting across his abs.
I lean down and lap it up, licking in a frenzy to clean him with my tongue.
When I’ve finished swallowing the come off his abs, I lick the remaining load off his shaft.
“Ah, ah…it’s real sensitive,” he tells me.
I take another selfish lick more before I pull back, seeing Frankie leaning back against the headboard, a sparkle in his eyes that assures me I’ve helped him forget about all the bullshit he was thinking about earlier.
He takes a few more breaths before moving toward me. His lips are on mine in no time, and he guides me onto my back.
He seizes my wrists and pulls them up on either side of me, pinning me to the mattress before kissing from my lips down to my neck.
I toss my head back, enjoying the energy Frankie works up that moves through me in a way I sure as fuck never felt with Peter.
A powerful pressure radiates throughout my body, and my balls constrict. I’m painfully hard.
Frankie releases my wrists and kisses down my body before removing my pajama bottoms, taking his time to pull them down and throw them off the side of the bed. He takes a moment to remove his own boxers from around his legs and tosses them to the floor with my pajama bottoms.
“I should have probably taken those off all the way,” I say.
He grins. “Whatever. I liked seeing you be that greedy for my cock. Now it’s your turn.”
He licks his forefinger and middle finger on his right hand and then slides them under my balls, back to my ass, massaging my hole gently before taking my cock into his mouth.
I stretch my arms out beside me.
There’s a part of me that’s in awe of what we’re doing and how good it all feels. I just let go as Frankie keeps working me up.
As he sucks on my shaft, he rubs his left hand through my abs, offering a gentle belly rub that…God…he just can’t know what it’s doing to me.
My pelvis jerks up, some muscle contraction stimulated by everything Frankie’s doing, and how he pushes his fingers within me.
I’m overwhelmed with all the sensations he’s aroused.
It’s been so long since I’ve gotten a blowjob, and Frankie’s so fucking good at it.
He pulls his fingers out of my ass and grabs my cock with his right hand, stroking while he continues rubbing his other hand across my abs.
“Oh, Frankie,” I call out.
“Good pup,” he says softly, and such a simple phrase combined with the way he’s worshiping my body is too much for me.
I’m all tension and nerves, writhing about on the bed.
“Give it to me,” he adds. And my body obeys his command.
I throw my head back, calling out as I feel Frankie’s lips slide down my shaft.
I shoot into his mouth. He takes it and he swallows it with as much eagerness as when I licked up his load.