Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Get in the passenger seat,” I told him.
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Just do it.”
He leaned in to kiss me again before breaking off, going around to the other side of the car.
Bingo.
I’ve won.
I got in and slammed the driver’s side door shut. One glance around showed that there was nobody coming anywhere near us in the parking lot.
And there was only one thing I wanted to do.
I leaned over in the front of the car, grabbing Andrew’s shorts and tugging them downward. For a moment I thought he was going to keep denying me, but he lifted up and let me drag them down toward his knees.
His cock bounced free.
“Goddamn, you really have the perfect dick,” I uttered, gripping the thick base.
I loved every part of it.
The head, ruddy pink and always glistening with precum for me.
The thick, velvety shaft.
I even loved the way it was veined, and the soft base near his balls.
Everything about Peachel’s cock was exactly where I wanted to be.
He moaned as I squeezed my fist around him and brought the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it in a few slow, deliberate circles.
“Gray, that feels amazing, but you know this doesn’t count, right? I’m edging you, not the other way around.”
A diabolical idea ran through my mind.
I pulled off, licking my lips and looking up at him.
The shadows from the far-off streetlights made shadows on his face, illuminating his eyes in green, then in yellow.
“I could edge you just as easily. Slow suck you, taking little breaks all night to come out here and pop your perfect fucking cock in my mouth, only giving you a minute each time.”
“Is that what you’re going to do?” he said, bucking his hips a little to push the tip of his dick back up against my lips.
I kissed his tip. “Maybe.”
“Or maybe you’re going to suck me off right now,” he murmured, reaching a hand down to stroke my hair. “Maybe you’re going to let me come on your tongue, because I can see in your eyes how much you want to do it.”
“Your big ego never changes.”
“Neither does yours, and you love it.”
He had me figured out better than anyone ever had, though.
Of course I wanted it.
I always wanted him, no matter the consequences. I’d probably watch the whole world go up in flames if it meant I could have one more moment with Peachel.
For fuck’s sake.
Since when do I even think like that about anyone?
“There’s nobody like you, Peach.”
I went down on him again and the moment his dick was in my mouth he was off like a goddamn rocket.
He fucked my mouth, taking no time to start thrusting up toward my throat.
“Make me come,” he whispered under his breath.
God fuckin’ damn it, that makes me hard.
The sound of his low whisper was like a hypnotizing mantra, making me want to do it even more.
I forgot about the entire concept of edging.
Instead, all I wanted was this.
The intensity.
The raw physical urge that Andrew let loose when he was with me.
His intoxicating scent, and the way his cock seemed to be tailor-made for me.
I took him as deep as I could, bottoming out and unable to breathe as I pushed the tip deep into my throat for a few moments. He let out a light string of curses under his breath, and when I pulled back, slowly gliding the tip of my tongue all along his shaft, he was practically petting my hair.
“Why are you so good at that?” he murmured, his voice all different, now.
I pulled off, squeezing his cock and lazily stroking it as I met his eyes.
“You know, when you look at me with eyes like that, I swear it makes me feel like I could come in my pants even without touching my dick,” I told him.
He bit back a slight smile, his teeth coming down on his lower lip.
“You really do like me, don’t you?” he said.
“You have no idea, Peach.”
When I went down on him again I didn’t break eye contact this time. I held his gaze as I bobbed up and down on him, and when he started to fuck upwards into my mouth again in a slow rhythm, I watched his eyes go glassy again.
“Well, I really like you too,” he said in that low whisper again.
My heart felt too big all over again.
I feel like it goes beyond just ‘liking’ you, and I feel crazy for even thinking about a different word.
A word that also starts with L, that I have no goddamn business feeling about someone this quickly.
But nothing is normal with you, is it?
I gripped the base of his dick hard as I increased my pressure with my tongue, hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked.
“You’re going to make me come, baby,” he said softly.
Fuck.
Don’t call me that.