Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“For you to dirty suck me here in the shower. I want all the sounds and feelings as I shove down your throat,” I said with no hesitation. “Then take me to bed and remind me who’s my boss.”
His line of vision met mine. “You’re my prince, but you’ve been naughty with your half-truths. There must be punishment.”
My grin was immediate. “Exactly like that. I’ve been very bad.”
Beau took a knee and roughly took my stiff shaft into his fist. A powerful tug followed as he bent to lick the slit in my tip. I was transfixed by the sight, unable to look away as the warm water trailed off me onto him. Beau swallowed me whole, a practiced and perfected technique, effectively turning me from the inside out. Before reality slipped past the extraordinary pleasure, Beau began fucking my cock with his mouth. Gagging and gulping with the aggressive way he took me down his throat and pulled my cock free again. His free palm gripped my ass cheek, fingertips digging into the flesh there.
My hips instinctively moved into the same rhythm Beau sucked me. Beau pumped my cock in and out of his mouth, over and over. The way he loved me sent tingles racing along my skin. The neurons inside my brain misfired as I coasted on nothing more than sensations.
His finger slid between my butt cheeks, seeking the pucker of my hole. He used the same rough force to open me, his digit easily finding my gland where he rubbed and flicked over and over until my arousal shot to the stars. It took effort to stave off the orgasm ready to spill.
The pleasure was welcomed. I was now floating on a different plane. With my eyes screwed shut, I coasted there. A place I wished he and I lived together every single day. What a fucking turn-on.
Heat washed over me from the inside out. My spine turned to jelly, my back hit the shower wall, barely able to stay on my feet. He was so good at fucking me like he hated me. I loved each and every minute. “Damn.”
“Mmm…” Beau’s throat vibrated around my cock. His calloused fingers fondled my balls. The tip of my guy’s nose pressed into the small hairs at the base of my cock. His tongue cradled my length, before he pushed my cock through his mouth and down his throat again. I loved, loved, loved that move. The sensual sensations ran rampant through me. When Beau swallowed, drawing me further down his throat, shooting stars sprinkled my vision in the headiest ways. The warm spray of the water, beating against my shoulders, intensified every unguarded wave of arousal rushing through me. Beau regularly filled my emotional cracks; he was magic right now.
I put my hand on Beau’s head, petting the short strands there. Then traveled lower, my nails scratching against his skin until I cupped the back of his neck. With the pads of my thumbs, I caressed this way and that until I had my hands fisted into his beard. I was tired of fighting my orgasm. My need was taking over. I thrust my hips into Beau’s mouth, rougher than usual. The way Beau changed into a heat-seeking missile at my suggestion of making love tonight turned me the fuck on.
I should be paying homage to him for the day he gave up for me. Yet, here we were. Beau loving my body with precision and care. An instrument he had taken time to learn to play, drawing melodies and the rhythms within seconds of his hands on the strings. I felt his love.
Moments later, Beau pulled his mouth off my cock. His amber stare lifted to mine. “Let me do this. You’re close to the end, and the water’s turnin’ cool.” His voice was hoarse and husky. Beau escalated the finger play in my ass and tugged at my balls with force. I was a goner.
“It feels so good,” I murmured as I reached for the wall of the shower. I eased back, resting there. My eyes closed. Oh fuck, it felt good.
The urgent glide of his warm talented mouth lulled my senses once again, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. His palm gripped my sac and applied pressure. Yeah, I liked that move a lot, canting my hips, teetering between heaven and hell. Beau’s eyes lifted to mine again. My hands fisted, one around his ear and the other into the air. He added a third finger to my hole, maybe a fourth.
Fuck, I loved ass play. Reality beats my fantasies by a mile.
The battle was lost.
“Gonna come.” My vision blurred as I shot my load down his throat. He took every last drop.
Beau
I reached over to turn off the faucet while wrapping a strong arm around Dash’s legs, keeping him upright. I rose, holding his spasming body against mine. His one arm hooked around my shoulders, his head cradled into the crook of my neck. Dash felt like I was the one who liked it rougher. That wasn’t true. Through pleasure, I helped relieve Dash’s heavy burdens. Owning his body like I owned his mind, preparing him to start tomorrow anew.