Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He pressed slow, sweet kisses against the tip of my cock, like he was being sweet and tender to it, rather than just lustful. It was maddening.
And I felt something that was more off-limits than anything else.
I wanted to feel those lips on mine.
I’d denied him a kiss before and I wasn’t going to give in now. I kept him at a distance, at all times, because I was an expert at keeping someone away even if I was hooking up with them.
“Max,” I said under my breath, my voice coming out like a growl.
“Yeah?” he asked. So sweet. Innocent. Not a clue what he was getting involved in.
My chest tightened as I looked at his beautiful eyes.
Something like rage. Something like fire.
“Take my fucking cock in your mouth.”
My words were pure ice. All control. But underneath, that strange, affectionate feeling was coiling around inside my chest with so much intensity that it was starting to make me feel crazy.
All I had left was my default, my fallback—tell the pretty boy what to do.
Because if I didn’t do that, I was afraid I’d do something much worse.
He listened to me, moving his lips to close around my cock again. He tried to go further than he should, going in all at once like I’d been able to do to him. The head of my dick shoved up against the back of his throat way too quickly and he choked a little, pulling off in a rush and coughing slightly.
“Didn’t tell you to stop,” I said under my breath, thrusting forward to push my tip against his pretty lips again.
I was like an uncaged animal now.
I couldn’t let myself be nice or slow with him. He gave me a little glance with a look in his eyes that said impatient, much?
But I really was impatient.
And he was more than happy to take my dick again as I pushed it past his lips. I didn’t shove in all the way to the back of his throat but I got close, needing to be inside his tight wetness again.
“I’ll teach you how to take a cock deeper,” I told him. “Right now I just need your tongue.”
I would have felt bad if I didn’t know he liked this just as much as I did. Max loved to give me attitude when I told him what to do, but I’d learned early on that Max had a backbone.
He wouldn’t have his mouth on me if he didn’t want to.
He wouldn’t even be out here with me, or at my house at all, if he didn’t want to.
And that just made it even better when he pushed his own limits again, trying to deep throat even though he had no idea how to relax his neck muscles enough for it.
When he pulled off and coughed a little again, I reached forward and tugged at his hair with my fingers. He leaned his head back a little, exposing the curve of his throat, and an animal impulse surged through me.
I leaned down and my mouth connected with the front of his throat. I sucked a slow kiss into his skin, moving from his Adam’s apple to the side of his neck.
Marking him.
Sucking, warm and wet, against his skin.
There’d be a mark there tomorrow, but he didn’t move away. I could feel the vibration of his moan, direct from his throat onto my tongue. His hand felt around in front of him until he grabbed for my hard cock, closing his hand around it, tugging blindly.
He tried to move his jaw downward, breaking my hold on his neck, moving his lips closer toward mine and searching for a kiss.
I pulled away quickly. The crickets sang in the air around us as I looked down at him. He looked utterly used, and yet it was like the look in his eyes was still begging to be destroyed all over again.
He sighed, giving me a glare full of attitude.
Stare daggers at me all you want, Baby Blue.
I couldn’t tell if he had me all figured out, when he looked at me like that: can’t kiss me because you’re so afraid of intimacy, even when you’d fuck me until the sun rose, Draven?
Or if he was just lost, like a lamb in the woods, confused: You don’t want to kiss me, Draven?
Either way it made my chest clench in a way I wasn’t comfortable with in the slightest.
“Go ahead,” Max finally said.
I paused, breathing evenly. “Go ahead and what?”
“Fuck my mouth,” he said.
“Don’t think you’re quite ready for that, but I deeply appreciate the eager streak in you, Max—”
“Just do it anyway,” he continued, something burning behind his eyes. “Let me choke. Let me gag. I want you to use me like you use everybody else.”
That one hit me like a brick to the chest.