Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“You could keep doing that.” I laughed lightly. “But if you’re asking…” Freeing myself from his embrace, I dropped to my knees as gracefully as I could manage. “There is one thing I’ve been dying to do.”
The man looked sinfully good in a suit, all rugged edges and crisp linen, bulky muscles and fine leather belt. And as good as he’d looked at the start of the wedding, his slightly rumpled edges, rolled shirtsleeves, missing tie and jacket, made him all the more appealing to me. Truthfully, I would have been happy to gaze up at him for hours. But, of course, my dick had another agenda and, holding his gaze, I slowly licked my lips. He hissed a breath but stayed my hands when I reached for his belt buckle.
“You’re full of big ideas.” He regarded me carefully as if trying to gauge the seriousness of my desire to blow him.
“I am.” I rested my face against one of his sturdy thighs. “I love giving oral. I mean it. I’m dying to taste you.”
“Well, I’m not gonna stop your fun, but let me sit.” Giving me a hand up, he led me to the bed. His earlier blush had spread from his cheeks to his ears and neck. His hint of embarrassment was endearing and made me even more eager to do this for him. Perching on the edge of the bed, he gave me a rueful smile. “Apparently, your knees are younger than mine.”
“Yours have probably had more practical use.” Kneeling again, I stroked my palms over the slick fabric of his suit pants. All the muscle and power under my hand made my cock throb. “Damn. I love your thighs.”
“That all you like?” Eyes hooded, he leaned back slightly, spreading his legs in a clear invitation, one I wasn’t about to turn down. I returned to his belt, and this time, he let me undo it and his fly so I could withdraw his dick. I’d discovered the night before that he was big, but up close like this, he was all the more impressive. Long and weighty in my hand, he was thick enough to give an average guy like me a complex.
But then he groaned, like my touch alone was the sexiest thing, and my insecurities fled, replaced by an overwhelming urge to show him every trick I knew. I’d always loved giving oral, but Harley made me want to show off, give him my best stuff. To that end, I took him deep right off the bat, both for the shock value and to hear his shaky inhale.
“God, you’re good,” he praised, and I hummed happily. Being good for him made me harder than I’d ever been, his approval as much of a turn-on as the challenge of taking his thick length deep. He was enough of a stretch that I had to loosen my jaw a bit, stretch to warm up underused muscles, but he must have liked my wiggling because he moaned low. So I did it more deliberately, going deeper and swallowing while moving my tongue and jaw until his cock pulsed. I drew back, both to get air and because I wasn’t ready to get him off quite yet.
“Fuck.” He drew the word out, the filthiest of praise. “You have a sexy mouth.” He traced my lips with his thumb, and I licked his fingers, making his cock twitch in the air. “I’m not sure I can come this way, but it feels good as hell.”
“Well, luckily, I’m not looking for you to come yet.” I nipped at his thigh, pushing his pants down to give me more room to work and more fuzzy, muscled real estate to play with. “I like making you feel good. You don’t need to come. I love having you in my mouth.”
“Good.” He stroked my cheek, gently guiding me back to his cock. “Whatever does it for you.”
“This. This turns my crank. You calling me good. Directing me.”
“Mmm. I can work with that.” He gazed at me, eyes full of desire, which I’d expected, and awe and affection, which I hadn’t. Harley simultaneously sweet and dirty was a deadly combination, and I had to squeeze my dick through my pants.
“Oh no, you don’t.” His mock scolding tone was almost enough to make me shoot on the spot. “Tonight, you come when I say.”
“Yes.” Happy and more turned on than I could remember, I went back to blowing him, moaning softly around his cock every time he touched my face or head, trying to encourage him to direct me even more.
“You really do like this, don’t you?” he asked softly, and I answered with a groan and even more enthusiastic licking of the underside of his cock. “Fuck. That’s it. Let me hear how much you want my cock.”