Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Thank you.” I gasped as I started stroking again, each movement slippery and perfect. “Oh, this is amazing.”
“Don’t you dare come yet.” Denver gave me a stern glare.
“I won’t,” I said a little too hopefully. The slick lube and warm weight of Denver’s cock combined to have me close in record time. Not that I needed much encouragement in that area. I’d be embarrassed at how fast Denver revved me up if it weren’t for how much pleasure he seemed to take in my hair trigger.
“Liar.” Denver tweaked one of my nipples. He placed his other hand over mine, guiding my rhythm.
“Well, when you do that…”
“No coming.” Denver’s voice worked like an invisible rope, holding me back from the edge. However, there was fun to be had in pushing against that rope, testing Denver’s control.
“But I want—”
“And I want you to wait,” Denver ordered exactly as firmly as I’d hoped. He was in control. I could tease and taunt, but he had the power. Warmth spread outward from the center of my chest. I was still all kinds of turned on but more relaxed now. Denver wouldn’t let me down. Proving that point, he used a broad thumb to drag my chin closer. “Kiss me.”
I did, little kisses that turned into longer ones, deeper, until we were kissing and stroking, and I was gasping like I was scaling a mountain up into thin air. My need to climax returned in full force.
“Not sure how this is supposed to help me wait.”
“It’s not.” Denver gave a wicked laugh.
“You’re mean.” I pretended to pout, joy joining all the other emotions racing through me. Fun. Being with Denver was simply so much fun, even when I thought I’d die from needing to come.
“Yep.” Denver captured my mouth again, tongue rubbing against mine in a way that had my hips rocking into our combined grips. Denver set the rhythm, though, guiding and directing my hand until I made a keening noise.
“Denver. I want…” I didn’t recognize my own voice. Thready. Needy. Raspy from moaning so much, lips swollen from kissing. “Can’t wait…”
“You want something?” Denver offered another devilish grin as he stilled our hands. He managed to seem totally casual, which only made me feel that much more crazed.
“Please. Please. I need to come.”
“You sure do beg pretty.” Denver sped up our strokes again. I was close, so close, but the urge to please Denver continued to narrowly beat out the need to climax. I wanted him to be proud of me. Wanted to earn my pleasure.
“Please. I’m trying…”
“I know you are, baby.” Denver’s voice was as soothing as his hand on my back. “You’re doing amazing. So good for me.”
Some switch tripped inside me, a lever I hadn’t known about, and I went pliant. I stopped fighting my orgasm, stopped thinking about anything other than letting Denver use me. It was the same amazing, floaty place I went to when I let him fuck my face. Being a vessel for his pleasure, letting him take what he wanted from me, was the most freedom I’d ever known. My brain quieted and my restless fidgeting ceased as I let Denver set the pace of our strokes and guide my hip with his other hand.
“That’s perfect.” Denver’s praise landed like a warm blanket around my shoulders. “Damn. When you listen, you listen.”
“Yes.” My eyes shut, all my focus on being what he needed. I silently encouraged him to use me however he wanted to get closer to climax himself. When his breathing stuttered, triumph rushed through me with his every moan. He sped up our strokes, thrusting into our fists.
“Need.” My voice sounded far away, coming from a distant planet where I was dimly aware of how close my orgasm was, yet determined to hold it off until Denver gave the word. “Please.”
“Go ahead, baby. Take what you need.” His voice was as rough as his movements. I shuddered, brain unsure, but my body knew exactly what it wanted. My hips bucked, and I fucked into our joined fists, hard and fast. Denver made a pleased noise that pushed me that much higher.
“Fuck. Fuck. You’re going to get me off too.” He urged me faster, and pleasure spiraled through me, a cyclone sweeping up from my feet.
“Yes, yes. Please. Come with me.” My back arched as I came in huge spurts, all over his chest and stomach. I felt utterly wrung out, like every neuron had given everything to my climax, leaving me boneless and hollow. But not alone. Denver shouted as his come joined mine.
“Oh damn. Damn. You are fucking perfect.” More praise. Perfect indeed. The effort of waiting had almost done me in, yet it had been totally worth it to earn that praise and his soft kisses as we slipped back to earth.