Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
His grip is confident despite his reservations about making it good.
Just like everything, he’s a natural. Or he’s had a lot of practice.
His thumb swipes over the head of my dick. Oh yeah, he’s had a lot of practice.
With his free hand, he undoes his pants and pulls them down his thighs. I watch as he frees his cock, which he definitely didn’t need to worry about when it comes to comparisons. The head is thick and mouthwatering. I stand by what I said, though. It doesn’t matter what they look like but what they can do.
I have a theory that the guys who have the best dicks think they don’t have to work for anything.
“I think you’re drooling,” Saint says.
It’s true. I am. “I want it in my mouth.”
“I will not say no to that.” He tries to shuffle up my body, but he hasn’t taken his pants off completely so he doesn’t get far.
I hold his hips in place. “Stay there.” I sit up and move my hands to grip his ass, pulling him toward me so he’s upright on his knees and his cock is within reach.
I dip my head and take the tip into my mouth, loving the heady flavor as it hits my tongue.
We both groan at the same time, and it’s the sound of ten years’ worth of tension being released at once.
I know the plan was to go slow, but now that I have my mouth on him, it’s hard not to devour every inch.
Saint’s hand weaves through my hair as he gently pushes me down on his cock. I suck him in greedily and squeeze his ass cheeks, pulling him deeper and deeper toward the back of my throat.
His shirt is too long, hanging around the base of his dick, so I play with the hem and hesitantly lift it, but only enough so I can suck him all the way down. If he wants to stop me, he can, but he’s either okay with it or too lost in the blowjob to take notice.
I get a small glimpse of red scarring on his side, and as much as I’d love to run my finger over it, draw attention to the fact it doesn’t change who he is, I won’t cross limits he doesn’t want to.
I may act like an aloof hardass, but when it comes to my lovers, comfort and consent take priority. It doesn’t take a genius to work out why. It’s the kind of respect I want in return.
Being out and proud from the minute I enlisted didn’t come without its trials and tribulations. I’d been thrust into some scary situations, and I’m not talking about the things the government made me do while deployed.
I’d been threatened with sexual assault by nearly every new platoon I was sent to by having to deal with jokes like “I bet Iris would like it if one of us got desperate enough to come to his room at the barracks.” There were others that I’d rather not think about, and one scary moment where I thought it might actually happen until a CO was luckily passing by. I was transferred out the next day. Me. The assholes didn’t even get a court-martial.
That’s all in the past, and maybe being with Saint is refreshing it in my memory, but it’s the last thing I want to be thinking about now.
And as Saint says, “Iris,” with a raspy need that sends a zap of electricity to my balls, it’s easy to leave it all in the past and focus on Saint’s loss of control.
He thrusts into my mouth with no real sense of timing or rhythm, and I take it all.
We both can’t catch our breaths but for very different reasons. I have to breathe through my nose, and he sounds like he can’t breathe at all.
“Iris,” he says again, but it’s more desperate. It’s a warning.
I don’t pull away. I encourage him to let go. I hold him in place and bury my head in his groin as far as I can go.
He unleashes into my mouth, grunting and whispering curses as he fills me.
When his fingers loosen in my hair, I pull back, letting his cock slip from my lips. I lie back and rest my arms behind my head with a triumphant smile on my face.
Saint’s hooded eyes become slits, like he’s about to ridicule me for being so smug. But instead of calling me on it, all he does is lean over me to return the favor.
He shuffles back so his ass is in the air, but his lips are around my cock, and the sight of it makes my vision blur.
I hate this can be the only time because there are so many things I’d like to do to that round, firm ass. I’m going to have to settle for his mouth, though.