Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I can see a problem right away. Between Aaron’s position on the couch, with me on his lap and the fact his enormous erection has made things a bit tight between his briefs and jeans, it’s not going to be easy to get at him.
I tip my head up, seeing Aaron as he watches me intently.
Waiting.
In need.
He needs me.
I slide off his lap until my knees hit the carpeted floor, Aaron’s strong thighs on either side of me. Gently pushing my fingertips into the waistband of his briefs, I say, “Lift your hips for me.”
Moving without hesitation, he lifts his butt off the cushion. I tug at the material in my way. First down over one hip, then the other, until I finally ease the material over his hard shaft and release it from its confines.
Over the last few weeks that I’ve been sexually active with Aaron, I’ve done my fair share of touching his cock and I’ve certainly examined it in between kisses and such. But now, I just take a moment to admire the sheer beauty of the part of him that makes him so distinctly male.
He’s long and thick, covered in velvet-soft skin, with gorgeous veins running under the dusky color. Aaron keeps himself well-trimmed, and he’s like a visual piece of art. I’ve never given the male anatomy much thought other than for the arousal such an appendage can cause when used correctly, but I swear I could stare at Aaron like this for hours.
Lounging back on my couch, eyes heavy and pants pulled down past his hips, he looks debauched. His thick cock laying heavily against his lower belly, just waiting to be touched.
Or maybe kissed.
Sucked.
I rise up on my knees, bend over Aaron’s lap, and run my tongue up the length of him. It’s the first time I’ve touched him there with my mouth. He groans loudly in a mixture of what seems to be pain and pleasure at the same time.
I look up, almost not able to bear what I see in return. His eyes glitter almost dangerously… and the shiver that runs up my spine is delicious.
My hand slides along his thigh, over the bunch of his jeans, and I wrap my fingers around the thick warmth of him. I give a squeeze, bend over his cock once more, and suck the tip of him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Clarke,” Aaron growls, his hips jerking upward. I push to take him in even deeper. He’s way too large for my mouth to accommodate him fully. When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I fight against my gag reflex.
I may have willingly and foolishly given up my virginity to a man who hadn’t deserved it, but this is the first time I’ve ever had a man in my mouth. And I find this more monumental than anything I could have ever given Tripp. I feel infinitely closer to Aaron while I suck on his length, listening to his moans as I bob up and down while in control of his pleasure.
Aaron’s hands come to my head, and for a wild moment, I want to give him control. I want him to grip my head in those large hands of his, then allow him to fuck my throat however he sees fit. Because I trust Aaron to not hurt me—unless it’s in a mutual, hurts-so-good way.
But he shows restraint, merely stroking my temples with his thumbs as he steadies my head. I move a hand to the base of his cock, firmly jacking the length of him in the opposite direction of my mouth.
Aaron mutters, alternating between curses and praising me. “Feels so fucking good, Clarke.”
With how hard he’s breathing and the way his hips are moving under me, I can tell he’s getting close.
Suddenly, his hands tighten and he stops my motion. I have him in deep, my tongue flattened on the underside of his enormous shaft, when I look up to find him staring at me with an expression I can’t quite gauge.
Awe?
One thumb strokes my cheek as he murmurs, “My cock in your mouth… it’s fucking beautiful.”
I purr in response, loving how much he’s enjoying this. Knocking his hands from my head, I redouble my efforts and start to work his length faster. Aaron groans, curses again, then starts to flex his hips, urging me on.
I stroke him hard, suck him in deep, and squeeze his balls with my other hand. Lust starts to make me dizzy—the realization of my actions turning me on like never before.
And then… Aaron grips me by the nape of my neck, pushing me down firmly on his cock until he’s pressing against the back of my throat. I reflexively swallow, feeling the muscles of my throat ripple around him, and he groans out, “Oh, fuck, Clarke… I’m coming.”