Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
It reminded me Tate had never been allowed to be a kid.
And that his Christmases likely did not include any pressies.
You took the only person who gave him a sense of family.
Pushing back the guilt, I brought my head down to the crown of his cock.
“Wait,” he said breathlessly, scrambling up to his feet. He grabbed the edges of the countertop, staring down at me. His chest moved rapidly, abs constricting into a bulging six-pack each time he exhaled. “Shit. Fuck. Okay. I’m ready now.”
He wanted to watch.
I’d never felt more powerful in my entire life.
I wrapped my fist around his shaft and brought my lips to his crown. I didn’t want him to know I’d never sucked cock before. I’d done very little in the sex department. Slept with three men, Ashley included. It wasn’t an impressive record, but up until a month ago, I’d lived my life mostly tending to my career and my mother.
Winging it, I wrapped my lips around the tip, trailing my gaze up his torso to check his reaction. His eyes were fixed on me, heated with possessiveness. I rubbed my lips around his crown awkwardly, unsure what to do. He seemed content with that.
“Look at you, darling.” He reached to cup my cheek, his tone dripping pure affection. “You’re taking it so well.”
I nearly laughed at that. I barely covered the tip. I slowly inched forward, covering a bit of his shaft. The tip hit the roof of my mouth, filling it with a salty, earthy taste. He was hard but velvety. So velvety. I stopped myself from gagging.
He didn’t move, didn’t thrust into my mouth like I heard some men did. With the patience of a saint, he allowed me to hold on to his cock and slowly explore the art of oral. “Take as much time as you need,” he hissed, sounding in pain. “There’s no right or wrong way of doing it.”
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pressed the tip of my tongue to the slit. It was extra salty. I gasped.
“You’ve never…” He swallowed hard. “You’ve never sucked cock before, Gia?”
I shook my head, embarrassed.
Tate tipped his head back and cupped his cheeks. “My fucking God, the woman that you are. You can snare me into death, and I’d say fucking thank you.”
After that encouraging praise, I tried everything. Suckling, licking, spitting. I suckled his ball sack into my mouth, then decided to take as much of his cock as possible until his tip hit the back of my throat. That really got him going. His breathing quickened.
“You can come in my mouth if you want,” I murmured around his cock.
“Nice try, sweetheart.” He gently pulled his penis from my mouth and offered me his hand. I took it. I followed him into my bedroom. “On the edge of the bed on all fours,” he instructed.
I did as I was told, crawling onto the plush linen. The mattress dipped as he climbed onto it behind me. It suddenly struck me that despite the fact that we’d been messing around for a while now, we’d never done it in a proper bed and never missionary style. Our hookups always had a filthy, tainted feel to them. We didn’t make love. We made hate filled with desire. He never allowed for my soul to touch his. For our heartbeats to crash against one another.
“Three strokes.” Tate’s gravelly tenor pierced my thoughts. His cock slid into me effortlessly despite its size, gliding through my narrow, sleek channel. “That’s how long I’m gonna last.” He drew circles with his cock inside me, filling me to the brim and making me whimper. He pushed two fingers into my mouth roughly, fucking it with them. “Your pussy takes my cock so good, and now we’ll practice you taking it in the mouth too.” He grunted. “You’ve been a magnificent PA, but this is your best job yet, Apricity.”
His fingers relentlessly pushed in and out of my mouth as he took me from behind. Even though my jaw was already raw from sucking him off, I loved how rough he was. How unapologetic and dirty we were together.
“I want to see you when you’re inside me,” I moaned around his fingers.
He froze, still inside me. For a moment, I thought he hadn’t heard me. But then he withdrew his fingers from my mouth. “Why?”
“It’s important to me,” I admitted. “We’re not animals. I want eye contact. I want to feel that you’re present.”
The discomforting quiet told me this was an issue. Finally, he spoke.
“I’ve never done it missionary style.”
My pulse thrummed between my ears. “Guess we’re both experiencing our firsts now.”
He pulled out of me, and I rolled onto my back, blinking up at him.
Grimacing, he grabbed himself, guiding his penis back into me like a victim withdrawing cash at gunpoint. I had never seen less enthusiasm from a man putting his cock inside me. Our eyes locked, terror and anxiety swirling inside them. Something about the setting, about this intimacy, set us both on edge. Once he was nestled inside me, he braced one arm next to my ear, using his free hand to tap out his numbers.