Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
My tongue snakes out and tastes him along his tip. The flavor of him bursts in my mouth, and now I’m the one who groans and hums as my legs slam together to ease the ache there. How is it possible to be this tortured and horny already?
I take him into my mouth, just the tip at first. It’s almost impossible to get my lips closed over him because he’s like a freaking jawbreaker. He might be beautiful, but this could actually be dangerous. I take him as far as I can into my mouth anyway, ignoring the pain in my jaw. I don’t go back far enough to gag myself. I pull my hand up his shaft instead, working him with my hand and mouth in tandem. I make sure my tongue covers every inch of him, working his shaft and his tip as I move my mouth over him, back and forth.
My free hand isn’t doing anything, so I gently fondle his balls. They’re perfect too—these poor balls that took a hit from some little punk just for me. Fucking Pissgate. None of it was Thorn’s fault. I can’t imagine how he felt reading some of those comments. I hope he never did. But I did. And now it just makes me mad that anyone could assume this man is capable of anything close to that. He was just trying to do his job. Trying to keep Peach Lips and me safe and my booth clean. For free, out of a sense of honor that most people have lost long ago.
I feel the urge to apologize to him for that. For all of it. For ever being angry. For standing in the kitchen while he iced his junk and flipping him off. For being cruel. I asked him if he ever wanted a family of his own, thinking that someone like him, horrible and callous, should never reproduce. That was horrible on a whole different level, even if I didn’t mean it. I didn’t even know him. There was no way I should have dug knives into his skin the way I did.
“Thorn?” I raise my head and look up. I can’t be silent about it any longer. I can’t just make it up to him with my tongue and hands, even if that’s exactly what I would like to do. I also have to make sure he knows. “I wasn’t always nice to you. In fact, I was super mean sometimes. I don’t blame you for any of it. You’re a good man. I hope you know that.”
His face doesn’t change, but I do notice the sharp intake of breath. “Thanks,” he says, about as awkwardly as any one word could ever be said, but I can tell he means it. He’s moved. He’s just trying not to let it show. I’m not even sure how much of it is training and how much of it is instinct.
“I don’t want you to have to be hard with me. You’re a better human being than I could ever have imagined. I used to think you were a supervillain, but you’re the opposite. You served your country, you protected your family, and you’ve made a career out of keeping people safe. Thank you for everything you’ve done and everything you do,” I tell him.
Finally, the corners of his lips lift. “As much as I like hearing you say those things—yes, I do. Me. Thorn—I’m not sure I like hearing you say them right now.”
“Oh. Yeah, it’s probably best reserved for post-orgasmic bliss talk.”
“You can say them now too. I’m just…kind of dying to be inside you.”
“Do you want to hear them while you’re fucking me?”
“No, I do not. What I would like to do is coach you through taking my big cock because I don’t want to damage you, and you can tell me honestly if it’s too much.”
“If it’s not too much for my mouth, it won’t be too much for me anywhere else.” I can tell how much the dirty talk surprises him. “Is now the right time to confess that I’ve had some seriously troubling kinky thoughts about you?”
“Not all good thoughts are vanilla thoughts.”
“If you turn it around, it’s not all vanilla thoughts are good thoughts.”
He chuckles deep and low, and my god, it’s such a wonderful sound. I love the rumble of it, the way his body jolts, and how the bed kind of vibrates with it. “That also works.”
“Okay.” I sit up and nod way too hard and far too eagerly. “I’d really like to…uh…get coached through that. Now, if now is a good time for you.”
“Now is a great time for me.” He gets off the bed and grasps my ankles. He doesn’t pull me or drag me. He just helps position me at the edge of the bed, on my back, but this is no vanilla central, thank you very much.