Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He chuckles and tugs his boxers over his impressive erection and onto his thighs, where I take over, tugging them the rest of the way down. The whole time, I can't take my eyes off the heavy length bobbing between his thighs. I reach for it, relishing his soft intake of breath when I wrap my fingers around it, or at least as far as they will go. He spreads his legs so I can get in between them, so close that his cock is brushing against my breasts.
He moans again when I push him in between them. It feels naughty. He's so long that the tip is barely below my chin. All it takes is for me to dip down a little, and then the thick head fills my mouth.
I slide my tongue against it, exploring him, tracing the thick ridge around the tip. He lets out a pleased sigh, and when I look up at him, he's looking right back at me, watching everything. “Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've seen in my life.” He brushes some of my hair out of my face.
I swear I can feel the blood pulsing under my fingers, flowing through the thick vein along the side and the still swelling head pressing against my tongue. I try to bob a little, but there isn't much room for him. Using both hands as an extension of my mouth, I stroke him from root to tip. The flavor isn’t strawberry, but the feeling of control is definitely sweet.
My saliva dribbles down his shaft, making him slicker and easier to play with. As I adjust to his thickness between my lips, I even manage to take a little more of him, enough to get a little more motion on it.
His breath comes faster, growing a little ragged as I find a rhythm. His fingers in my hair get more insistent, and he moans. The whole time, he watches me, his lust-darkened eyes solid black, like he's completely lost in what I'm doing. It makes me want to force him to lose control.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “So fucking good.”
Needing to rest my jaw a moment, I pull off him, but I continue fisting his cock, faster and faster, loving how he's at my mercy. This man is twice my size, but I can bring him to his knees. I stick my tongue out and flick it over the head and the ridge around it, teasing the spot underneath that makes all his glorious muscles tense and his hips push off the couch.
He lets out a deep groan and loses it. His cock swells even bigger in my hands, something I wouldn't have thought possible, and then it flexes.
The first blast of slick cum spatters onto my cheek and jaw, catching me off guard. The second drips down onto my breasts. A third spatters onto my neck and starts sliding down over my chest, and then I finally get my mouth back on him and pull him deep, wanting to get every last drop. I want all of him. To know what he tastes and feels like. To know that I've made him unravel completely. When I'm pretty sure he's done, I swallow.
“Holy fuck, that was so damn hot.” He finally closes his eyes, and he looks… sated.
“I'll fucking say,” Diesel's voice comments from near the door.
22
RORY
I squeal in shocked terror and leap onto Bull, who captures me in his arms and pushes me behind him. “Ever heard of fucking knocking?” he snaps angrily, pulling on his pants in record time.
Diesel, with a grinning Shrapnel behind him, shrugs. “Door was unlocked. You knew we were coming over after reporting in.”
“Fuck you, guys.” Bull turns to me. “You okay?”
I nod. It’s not like there’s anything they haven’t seen, but getting surprised by it feels a lot different than when everyone was around from the start. I hide behind Bull, marveling at the detail in the huge tree of life design that covers nearly his entire back. “How did it go? Do I… do I have to leave?”
Shrapnel looks surprised by my question. “Huh? No. You’re good. Prez is pissed as fuck at your dad, and if you hadn’t warned us then the conversation might’ve been a bit different, but he’s good with you staying here for now. Under one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“You need to stick around long enough to help patch up whatever needs patching in order to keep us from being targeted by that Hades thing,” Diesel explains.
“Hermes,” I correct.
“Yeah, that.”
I grab my shirt and hold it to my chest, ducking out from behind Bull. “It’s not that simple. Hermes is more complicated than just exploiting a security flaw. For now I can keep it from being run at all if I have to, but when Dad realizes that I’ve done that, it’s only a matter of time before they figure out how to work around my Band-Aid.”