Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“I want to taste your cock,” he whispers in a tone that sets me on fire as if my skin was dry bark, and my hair—hay.
“You’re… sure?” Because I very much fucking want that. I’m embarrassed when I remember sliding it into his mouth when he was ‘sleeping’, but it turns me on all the same. Angel wanting it, not just accepting it. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I still am. I squeeze his fingers, so happy to have him. He has no idea, because words can’t express my joy, love, and adoration.
A soft sigh, then his tongue paints a little heart on my stomach. “Yes… come in my mouth. I want to give you pleasure. You deserve it.”
My eyelids are heavy as if this is a dream. All I can do is nod when he pulls down my sweatpants to reveal my painfully hard cock. It’s a struggle to not shy away from his gaze, but if he says he wants this, then how can I deny him?
I shiver when he smells me, pushing his face against my dick and shifting my hips, until we’re both on our sides, in the safety of shadows. His hand, the first ever hand other than mine to palm my shaft is unbearably hot, and with little jolts dancing all over my body, I can’t keep myself from twitching as he cups me with both hands, thumbs gliding up my cockhead until they’re on either side of the slit at the top, and pull its mouth apart.
Such a strange sensation, yet it has me gasping, rolling my hips, and pressing on his head without thought. He laughs, and it’s probably the sweetest sound I’ve heard to date.
“You smell good…”
He couldn’t have said anything sweeter to me. I’m always self-conscious about it because of my upbringing.
“I… might not last long,” I warn him. “Just the sight of your face close to my cock is getting me close.” My cheeks are flushed, and I’m so self-conscious of how I look, but the darkness eases my nerves and lets me focus on the way his tongue hovers over my cockhead.
I can just about see the way he peeks at me, mouth open. “Oh no, I will get to drink your hot spunk even sooner? How terrible,” he jokes, then spits on one of his hands, and, damn, that alone might be perfect masturbation fodder, because he rubs the hot saliva into my shaft, giving me a slow, very deliberate pump that puts me on edge.
I let out a moan, but then cover my mouth, unsure if it should be heard. I’m not stupid, I’m not innocent, and I watch porn sometimes. But what’s fine for others feels very different when it’s happening to me. I’m so awkward when all I want is for Angel to enjoy himself.
And to come. I definitely want to come.
“You’re so beautiful,” I utter, so he knows how much I appreciate him. My cock is so hard I can’t help but rock it into his hand in desperation.
He answers in a soft hum, and his breath tickles my balls right before he buries his lips and nose in them with a hungry gasp. “Yes, talk to me. I want to hear your hot voice,” he says, pressing wet kisses to skin so sensitive I can’t stop my legs from shaking as he turns his head against my inner thigh and sucks one of my balls in with a satisfied hum.
Talking filth to him when he's 'sleeping' feels so natural and easy, but to his face? Then again… I look at the obscene picture he makes. “You’re making me suffer. I need to come, Angel.” I hesitate a second, but fuck it, he did ask me to talk. “I want to come down your throat and watch you swallow.” My cock twitches as if in happy confirmation, releasing a drizzle of pre-cum when he sucks on the ball in his mouth. This is the kind of cruelty I can appreciate, but his lips are soon climbing my shaft, wet, and hot, and hungry for something I thought no one would ever desire.
“Yes. I’ll swallow everything, and if you’re still hard after we’re done, I will make you come again…”
It almost sounds like a threat, but my blood’s singing in my ears. I imagine him sleeping with my cock in his mouth, happily sucking on it from time to time so I’m hard all night long.
“You really are an angel.” I let out a grunt when he finally takes in my cockhead. So hot, so soft, the perfect place for me. But unlike the passive pleasure I’ve had in his mouth before, he now hollows his cheeks, and oh God.
I’m on the verge of orgasm already, and I tighten my grip on his hair, because I need him down there with his perfect mouth.