Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 133180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Edison clutched the edge of the mattress at the first feel of Bishop’s breath against the backs of his sensitive thighs. He’d never been in this position before and the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable only heightened the sensation. He liked being at Bishop’s mercy.
“Put your face in the pillow, baby, and scream as loud as you want,” Bishop murmured against one of his cheeks, his beard tickling Edison’s balls.
“What?” Edison said just as Bishop spread him open and licked him from his balls to the top of his ass crack. Edison slammed his face into the soft material that already smelled of Bishop and let it loose.
“Mmmhmm,” Bishop agreed, bathing his left cheek with the flat of his tongue. “Fuck, you taste good.”
“Oh god.” Edison shook. Bishop didn’t tease him long before he was at his hole, nipping it with his teeth first, before licking away the ache. Edison’s thighs trembled with his effort to hold off his orgasm, but it was already so close. He squeezed his eyes closed when he had to admit, “I’m close.”
Bishop answered by pushing the tip of his tongue into him, making flashes of light explode behind his closed lids. “Unngh.” Edison groaned, wanting more. Without embarrassment he begged, knowing Bishop would never shame him, “Deeper… more.”
“I know, baby,” Bishop said, his voice raw and full of fire. His hot breath singed Edison’s hole and he rose higher on his knees, chasing it. “I wish you could see yourself, Edison. How sexy you look right now.”
It wasn’t long before Bishop was giving him just what he’d pleaded for. That slick tongue was spearing in and out of him while blunt fingers dug into his flesh keeping him wide open. Edison’s sounds bordered on a sob, he was in so much bliss. His cock was leaking profusely, and he feared the pillow beneath him might not be salvageable when he was finished.
Bishop stopped with his tongue and Edison was just about to demand he put it back when he felt a rigid finger press inside. He hurried and turned his head back into the pillow groaning with relief. Bishop’s finger was rough and thick and surprisingly there was no burn, no pain, only pleasure. Bishop put his mouth back between Edison’s legs and lapped at his tight sac while he pushed his finger in until his palm was against his ass. Edison felt as if he was about to lose his mind, and the moment Bishop’s digit grazed his prostate, that was just what he did. Edison clenched his ass tight around Bishop’s finger and came harder than he ever had before. He thrust his hips into the soft material of the pillow, needing some kind of friction on his throbbing shaft, as Bishop pumped his finger at the same pace.
When his dick stopped pulsing, Bishop eased his finger out, gently kissing his sensitive hole. Edison wanted to weep at the care Bishop showed his body any time they connected like this. He always made sure that he was sated first before he sought his own pleasure. And tonight was no different. Bishop rose over Edison’s body and covered him, his hard dick nestling into his crease. Edison shook with anticipation that Bishop was about to claim him, take his virginity, but he didn’t penetrate him. Bishop rose on his knees and started to jerk himself over Edison’s exposed ass.
“Oh my god.” Edison wanted Bishop’s come smeared all over his body again. He wanted it badly, but he also wanted to give Bishop more. He didn’t want him to have to pleasure himself. Edison hurried to turn around and sat up, putting his mouth right in front of Bishop’s straining erection. He gazed up into Bishop’s hooded eyes… then realized… he had no clue how to suck a dick.
Chapter Fifty
Bishop
If Bishop wasn’t careful, he was going to take one of Edison’s eyes out, because he was on the verge of shooting any second. He gripped the base of his cock as Edison stared up at him like a lost deer. Bishop’s cockhead was damn-near purple and leaking as Edison’s hazy eyes dropped to his slit. He licked his lips and whispered, “How… what do I do?”
Bishop squeezed himself in a death-grip, clenching his jaw until it started to ache. His Edison was just so innocent, and the way Bishop wanted to shove his cock inside of him and dirty him up made it hard for him to control himself. After fingering Edison’s tight hole and feeling him come on his tongue, his orgasm was already tingling at the base of his spine. He was about to humiliate himself, but he was too wound up to worry about it.
“Just open your mouth,” Bishop murmured, his tongue feeling thick and still full of Edison’s flavor.