Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 32051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I lay my head on Cash’s thigh, trying to catch my breath.
His free hand threads through my short hair while he clicks the remote again to turn it off.
“This is definitely going to be torture,” I say.
“That’s what love with me is like. I’m gonna make it hurt so good.”
“Wow, rip off Jon Mellencamp much? He’ll sue you, you know.”
Cash snorts. “I don’t think he was singing about sex acts.”
“I totally think he was.”
He goes to argue, but I turn my head and lick my way along the underside of his hard cock. That shuts him up real fast.
“Nngh, that mouth.”
“Mmm, your dick.” I take him all the way in my mouth again.
He squirms as his hard cock slides in and out between my lips. It’s as if he’s trying to tell me to stop, it’s too much, but his hips are only inviting more as they thrust up.
Cash grunts every time the head of his dick hits the back of my throat, and when I glance up at him through my lashes, our eyes lock.
“Shit, shit, fuck … stop.” He fumbles with the button again, hitting it just in time for me to pull off his dick.
My hands grip his thighs, my nails digging into his skin while I try not to come. The vibration gets me close to the edge in no time, but I refuse to blow my load this fast. I want Cash inside me when that happens.
So we keep playing this game. When I’m not staving off orgasm, he is.
When I’m not sucking on his dick, he’s making me cry out. Want and lust mixed with love keep me from letting go and falling over the edge.
Because I want this feeling to last.
I want this all-consuming passion to be my past, my present, and my future.
“Oh God,” I moan as he turns on the toy for what seems like the billionth time.
I’m reaching the point of no return.
Only when my balls draw up tight, my muscles ache, and my forehead sweats do I finally give in and put us both out of our misery.
When he lets me have my next break from the vibrating in my ass, I don’t go back to sucking him off. Instead of putting my mouth on him, I reach for the condom.
He widens his thighs and leans back as I roll it down his hard cock. “You sure you’re ready for me?”
“So ready. I’ve been ready since we were eighteen.”
Back then, I regretted not taking this step with him sooner. We had one night where I was inside him, and I’ve been thinking about the alternative for years.
“Then climb up here and ride me.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I squirt some lube onto his cock and pull the toy out of my ass.
Then I’m on his lap. His hands roam down my back and bite into my flesh, while he leans forward and moves his mouth over my unshaven jaw and neck.
Leaning back, I reach behind me and position his cock against my hole.
We lock eyes as I sink down on him.
He fills me until I’m fully seated in his lap.
His hands sit just above my ass, moving in slow circles while I adjust to his size. The toy helped open me up, but he’s a lot bigger.
We keep staring at each other, our breaths coming out in soft wisps.
A strand of loose hair falls over his face, and I tuck it behind his ears.
All the soul-searching I’ve done over the last few years, the traveling, the career flip-flopping, the running away from the very future I left Cash to pursue, I realize all of that happened because I’ve never felt more at peace than when I’m with Cash.
I don’t think I’ll ever feel passionate about a career. Any career. Traveling and Cash are the only things that have centered me, and choosing to go with him on tour means I can have both of them.
I don’t know what I’ll do for money, and I’d feel weird having Cash pay my way, but if it means becoming a luggage bitch boy for him, then at least I’ll be pulling my weight.
The job doesn’t matter.
Cash does.
I will never, ever make the same mistake I did when I forced us to part for the greater good.
It wasn’t the greater good at all. It unnecessarily hurt us both, but try telling teenagers that they met their soul mate at seventeen years old. Neither of us would’ve believed it.
“I love you,” I whisper softly.
Cash cracks a smile. “You’re just saying that because of this.” He thrusts upward, and I throw my head back in pleasure.
“Do it again,” I order.
He does, and I have to grip the back of the couch behind him.
Pleasure ripples through me as his cock hits my prostate.
I lean up on my knees slightly so he can move beneath me and take what he needs.