Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I continue to slide my finger in and out of his ass, brushing against his prostate and feeling him shiver. “Can you fuck my mouth like this?” I don’t know if it would be awkward for him because of his boot.
“I would still find a way to do that if I was on my deathbed. If you’re offering, there’s not a chance in hell I’m not taking you up on it. I want to stand and do it, though. Will you get on your knees for me, D?”
Aaaaand here we are, at the hottest moment of my life, ladies and gentlemen.
“Yes. Fuck yes. If that’s not too much for you.”
“I’d cut my foot off if I had to…which clearly wouldn’t make it easier, but you know what I mean.”
I chuckle. There has never been a person in the world who can make me laugh the way Eric can.
“I’ll make you come with my finger in your ass next time.” If he can use next time, that means I can too, right?
“Bet,” Eric replies, and I climb off the bed and slide straight down to my knees.
“Fuck. My husband is so hot. I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Eric moves to stand in front of me, his dick pointing out at me.
I immediately lean in, bury my face in his pubes, and inhale until I’m nearly drowning in his heady scent.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Yes. So much. I love the way men smell.” I love the way he smells.
“Let me fuck your face now, husband. I’m dying for it.”
Those words basically sound like a love declaration to me. “Do it.”
Eric nods, holding the base of his cock. He traces my lips with it, his pupils blown wide, and he’s watching me…like he’s never seen me before. And he hasn’t, not like this. I feel confident in the bedroom. I’m proud of my skills and the way I can make a man feel, even though Malcolm used to always try and make me feel like I was shit at it. I don’t know how I didn’t see it back then, but I see it now, the way he used to try and break me down, make small comments that were easy to excuse but were really ways to make me insecure and feel like I needed him.
Eric’s warm hand touches my cheek. “Hey. Where did you go? Did I do something wrong?”
“What? No. Sorry. I was just in my head a minute.”
“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I don’t care how far we’ve gone, we can always stop.”
My heart turns into the biggest pile of mush. My best friend is hands down the best man in the world. I can’t imagine my life for even a day without having him.
“I want to do this with you. Probably more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
He grins. Widely.
“Oh my God.”
“I can’t help it. You totally want me.”
“Will you shut up and let me suck your dick now?”
“Yes. We can get back to the face fucking.” And then he’s pushing into my mouth, his hand on my head, guiding me as he gives me all of him. “You have no idea how hot this is,” he says as he pulls out, then shoves back in again, quicker and harder this time. “Tap my thigh or something if I go too hard.”
I pull off him to say, “I will, but I can take it. I told you, I’m good at this. Lots of practice. I have a dildo I use specifically for this.”
“What? Shut the fuck up. I gotta see that. Who knew my husband is such a dirty boy.”
Surprisingly, my cock twitches at that. He just might get me hard again.
Also, him continuing to call me husband is fucking with me.
Eric pushes his dick back into my mouth, straight to the back of my throat. I take him down, and then he’s pulling back and snapping his hips forward again. He lets loose on me, but I can tell he’s being careful too, watching for signs it’s too much or that he’s hurting me, but he won’t find any. I fucking love this, love pleasuring him and taking his thrusts, love that Eric is getting what he needs from my mouth. His balls hit my chin, saliva runs down my throat, and I really hope this is beautiful to him, beautiful and sexy, because it feels like that to me.
“Jesus, D. Look at you taking my cock so well. You’re a fucking pro, like your mouth was made for my dick. You gonna keep letting me fuck it, husband? You’re gorgeous down there.”
Sex talk, sex talk, sex talk. I keep repeating those words in my head, not giving myself a chance to consider that it might be anything else.
“I’m so lucky I get to see you like this. Have you like this. God, D. Why didn’t we try any of this sooner?”