Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Reed pulls out and puts distance between us by lying back on his bed. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes slowly. If someone had told me a month ago I’d be hooking up with a hot blond and watching as they touched themselves, Reed is the furthest thing I would have imagined. “Strip,” he orders.
My shirt comes off without any finesse and then my jeans. Reed doesn’t take his eyes off me as he reaches over to his bedside table and pulls out lube and a condom. He scoots to the end of the bed and pulls down my briefs.
Staring up at me with a devilish smirk, he says, “Don’t come,” and then engulfs my cock to the base in his wet, eager mouth.
Fuck, he wants me not to come? Not going to happen if he keeps that up.
My balls ache for release while my cock has found its nirvana. Reed moans, and the vibration does absolutely nothing to pull me back from the edge. I’m going to blow.
“You’re evil,” I pant and force myself to step away.
His smile is knowing; he’s loving that I’m on my last thread of control. “It’s payback for almost making me come down your throat.”
At least I can’t say I suck at blowjobs … Actually, I do suck, if I want to get technical.
“You’re supposed to be the one in charge here, so that’s on you,” I say.
Reed pulls me down on top of him and fuses his mouth to mine. His hands fumble between us, struggling to get the condom on me.
I don’t want to stop kissing him, but he practically pushes me off him.
“Someone’s impatient,” I say as I rise to my knees.
“I need you in me.” He rolls down the condom and passes over the lube, and I slather it generously.
“Are you ready for me?”
His eyes rake downwards and then back up to my face. “It’s been a while, and you’re not exactly small … It’s one thing to feel full, but it’s another ballgame being split in two.”
Grinning, I add lube to my fingers as he spreads his legs and lifts his knees. I stroke his cock with my free hand when I go back to stretching him, but he’s still insanely tight around my fingers. I’m mesmerised, watching my hand do to him what I’ve only ever done to myself.
Reed writhes beneath me, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants, and I can’t help wondering what it would feel like to be him right now. His lips part, and the look on his face expresses nothing less than heat and desire in a state of want. With a nod, he breathes, “I’m ready. Fuck, I’m so ready.”
I don’t think he is … I mean, if he is, this is all going to be over as soon as I’m inside him. Forcing myself to go slow so I don’t blow my load early and to make sure he truly is ready, I line my cock up with his ass and ease my way in.
His hips buck, pulling me in farther, and I have to mentally run through a routine kata in my head to distract me from the zing shooting down my spine. When I’m fully seated, I have to pause.
“Move,” Reed grunts.
“Can’t.”
Reed laughs and cups my cheek, bringing my face down close to his. “Breathe. And then fuck me.”
My lips twitch. “Yes, sir.”
He screws up his nose. “That’s taking the fantasy a little too far. The kids at school sometimes call me that, so that’s where I draw the line.”
I laugh, and the small movement sends ripples down to my toes. “Sorry, teach.”
“That’s not any better,” he says. “You good to go now?”
When I give a small nod, he pulls my face down and kisses me hard as I thrust in and out of him.
My muscles ache, and a light sheen of sweat drips down my body. Every time my hips connect with Reed’s ass, the closer I get to losing any control I’m pretending to maintain.
If I thought Reed’s mouth was heaven, it’s nothing compared to his tight ass.
“I need …” he pants, “I need you to …”
He’s unable to get the sentence out, and I realise he needs more from me. I straighten up, and my hand goes to his cock, stroking in time with my hips.
“Come with me,” he says. “I’m really fucking close.”
“Tell me when,” I grunt, but he doesn’t get the chance to before his ass clamps down on my dick and I’m shouting out as I come. “Fuck!” I keep going, pushing my body past its limits, and when warmth fills my hand, I swear I come some more.
He convulses beneath me, writhing and cursing. I know he’s going to say my name—it’s on the tip of his tongue—but when he does, reality slams into me harder than my orgasm, and his raspy voice almost kills me.