Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
My dick springs free, but Dusty doesn’t touch it, just keeps sliding my boxer briefs down until they hit the floor and I step out of them.
His lips brush against my left knee, and I groan. It’s a fucking knee, so I don’t know why it feels like he’s dishing out the world’s greatest pleasure, but it does.
Dusty rubs his stubbled cheek against it, alternating between the friction of his facial hair and the softness of his lips—the left knee, then the right, then the left again.
“Fuck, Dust. Why does that feel so good?”
I can’t take my eyes off him, off the sandy hair that’s just slightly curly, off my best friend who is on his knees for me.
“Doesn’t anyone just touch you? Don’t they just let you feel? Try to make you go out of your mind with need? Whoever’s been fucking you, Morgan, they haven’t been doing it nearly as thoroughly as I will. I promise you that.”
Damned if I don’t want that more than anything.
He keeps teasing me—kissing, touching, rubbing his face along my knees, my thighs, slowly working his way up. His fingertips dance along the backs of my legs, up and down, as his warm breath skates over my flesh. When he gets to my groin, I think he’s going to suck my dick into his mouth, my lungs exhaling in anticipation, but Dusty skips over it and goes to my stomach—kissing, licking, rubbing his face over my skin.
“Goddamn you,” I grit out, hand fisting in his hair.
“Something you want?”
“You know I do.”
“But I’m not done worshipping you yet.”
I hear the smile in his voice, which makes me do the same. “Worship my cock.”
He chuckles, another warm puff of air tickling my skin before he licks and sucks my stomach into his mouth.
“Jesus.” I reach down, grabbing my dick and stroking it.
“No.” He pushes my hand away. “That’s mine tonight. Let me play, Morg. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I’m going to make it last.”
How can I argue with that? Even if I might die waiting, I want to experience exactly what Dusty is offering.
He blows along my cock, making the hairs on my thighs rise. This time when he presses his face into my groin, there’s nothing between us. Still, he doesn’t kiss my dick. Doesn’t lick it or suck it, just runs his nose from my balls to the tip. My muscles tighten in response, cock twitching. “Please…” I’m not sure I’ve ever begged for sex in my life, but I’ll do it for Dusty. I’ll plead for him to give me what I want.
“Look at these big, full balls.” He cups them in his palm. “You’re all full of cum for me. You want to give me your load, don’t you?”
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” My voice comes out wobbly, my muscles feeling like they don’t work, like I can’t hold myself up for much longer.
“Lie on the bed,” Dusty tells me, and there’s not a part of me that wants to deny him, that wants to try and take control back in this situation. I’m not typically submissive in bed. I’m vers, and I like to take the lead—whether topping or bottoming—but with Dusty, I just want to lie back and let him do whatever he wants to me. Want to do as he says so he’ll give me the pleasure I crave.
I relax against the mattress. Dusty watches me, and I him, while he takes off his clothes—first shoes, then socks, pants, and underwear. My breath actually catches. He’s so damn sexy—furry chest, defined abs, hairy thighs, with what looks like the most delicious cock I’ve ever seen, thick, with heavy, full balls.
Dusty settles between my legs, then starts at one ankle, kissing his way up.
“You taste good here,” he says against my shin. “And here,” on the side of my knee.
I’m shaking beneath him, feeling too hot, too sensitive, too needy, and from what? He’s hardly even touched me, but somehow it feels like the most erotic moment of my life.
Dusty keeps traveling upward, taking a journey along my skin, making detours and pit stops along the way. I’m sweating, writhing beneath him, balls aching and cock throbbing.
I hate that he’s touched anyone else this way, that another man has experienced the way Dusty fucks, which I never would have known about before tonight. It’s like he really is savoring every inch of my skin. He’s paid so little attention to my dick and none to my ass, yet I feel like my skin will burst at the seams, like I already want to empty my balls just from the feel of him and the sound of him, just from the things he’s saying to me.
This time when he gets to my groin, he looks up at me with hooded eyes, watching mine as his tongue sneaks out and swipes at my nuts. I nearly lurch off the bed, my pleasure receptors in overdrive.