Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Is this your fantasy?” I asked as I pulled his boxers low enough for his dick to spring free. “Your boss on his knees, getting ready to suck your dick?”
Byron lifted a hand, and trembling fingers grazed my cheek. “More than just my boss. The sexiest man I’ve ever seen is about to suck my cock. I’ll be lucky to last more than a minute.”
That was fine with me. My dick was making demands, and I was in danger of coming in my pants like a fucking teenager if I didn’t get this shit under control. A quickie for our first time would mean I got to torture him for hours on our second date.
I stroked him slowly, loving the heat and silken weight of him in my hand. Fingers threaded through my messy hair and pulled slightly, creating tiny pinpricks of pain that urged me forward. With one last stroke, I took him in my mouth, but only the sensitive head. Holding him tight with my lips, I sucked him and played with his slit, using the tip of my tongue.
“Sebastian!” Byron howled. The needy sound echoed through the room. His hips punched forward, and his legs trembled. “Suck me. Suck my dick!”
With one last teasing lick, I took all of him. He cried out again in a mix of what sounded like relief and ecstasy. I almost gagged when he hit the back of my throat, but I recovered as I focused on creating that sweet, hot suction as I bobbed on his dick.
It was like a dam had broken inside of him, letting loose a flood of swearing and filthy talk that nearly sent me over the edge. I would never have guessed my tightly wound little assistant had such a mouth on him, and I loved it because that side of him was all mine.
He swelled on my tongue as he inched closer and closer to climax. My cock was leaking and throbbing in time with my racing heart. I opened my pants and shoved my hand in to wrap around the base of my dick, staving off my looming orgasm.
“Harder. God, Bastian. I’m close. Tell me you’re gonna swallow. Please swallow for me. Take it. Take it. Ahhhh!”
He didn’t get the chance to finish what he was saying. Byron came hard and fast down my throat. I barely tasted any of him before I was reflexively swallowing it.
I licked every last drop from his cock and let him slide from my mouth. With a smirk, I tipped my head up to find the sexiest man leaning against the door with sweaty hair and a crooked grin, looking as if I’d just sucked all his brains out through the end of his dick.
“Hope you don’t mind,” I panted as I started to stroke myself off to the debauched sight of him.
Byron licked his lips. “Want me to return the favor?”
“Too close. It’s enough to have you watching.”
His smile grew a little more wicked. “Then lower you pants more so I’ve got a better view of the show.”
Why argue? He’d already had so many other brilliant ideas. I released my dick and shoved my pants and briefs away as much as I could so he could have a clear view of my cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That is a thick dick. I should have told you to fuck me instead. You are going to break my ass with that thing, and I can’t wait. I want to ride you until I can’t move.” As he spoke, his hand dropped to fondle his softening cock.
I was on edge, but the images he was putting in my head as he stood over me with those hot, hungry eyes destroyed what restraint I had left. My orgasm ripped through me as if I were made of tissue paper. A shout tore from my throat, and I covered his floor in splatters of cum.
As soon as I finished, Byron dropped to his hands and knees and took my cock deep into his mouth. A moan of pleasure and pain tumbled from me as he sucked the last of my cum from me like my dick was a straw. My cock was so sensitive I wanted to stop him, but it was in Byron fucking Graham’s mouth, and I didn’t ever want that to end.
When he lifted his head a moment later, there was a smear of my cum on his bottom lip. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in close before licking it off and kissing the shit out of him.
Chirp.
Ring.
Buzz.
The little sounds broke through my bliss, and Byron huffed a breathless laugh.
“That’s your phone. Carl’s probably checking up on you.”
“Shit.” I tried to find my phone in my rumpled state of undress and nearly fell.
In the end, I had to stand, my knees aching and protesting, as I pulled up my pants and located where my phone had fallen. There were three messages from Carl as he’d become more worried about me.