Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Danny. God.” He shuddered as I milked his cock with my tongue and hollowed cheeks. Every tremble ramped me up further, made me move that much faster. “Want you to come first, but you’re too damn good.”
“Let me get you off,” I bargained, mouth hovering right above his cockhead. “Want to taste you. It’ll get me there.”
Hell, I’d been close to shooting simply from his rimming before, and adding in the sexiness of blowing him at the same time made coming hands-free even more of a possibility. I sucked him back in, going as deep as I could, deliberately tightening the hand I had braced on his thigh, loving how that combo made him moan even more.
“Fuck.” He mouthed all along the shaft of my cock before teasing my rim with a spit-slick finger. Fuck, indeed. Now it was a race to get him off first, and I sucked with renewed purpose even as he worked me open until he shuddered again. “There. Close.”
Oh fuck, yeah. My abs quivered and my muscles burned with holding the position but hell if I was stopping now. I started swallowing hard even before his first shot, drinking down his every moan and taste. I let him fill my every sense, very nearly coming right along with him, especially when he bellowed my name. I swallowed and swallowed, my own cock impossibly hard.
“Needed…that,” Cash panted right before he attacked my cock like he was starving for it, sucking me in while his finger delved deep.
“Fuck. You don’t play fair.” My voice was all rough, the reminder of how good he’d felt in my throat getting me even hotter.
“Nope.” He took me farther into his mouth right as he found my spot. And hell if my body knew what to do with the overload of sensations. The finger alone might have been enough to do it, and coupled with his mouth, it was nothing short of devastating. I hadn’t come in his mouth before, and I tried to gasp a warning.
“Cash. Cash. Now.” My grip on his thigh tightened enough he’d likely have marks, but he simply sucked even harder, taking me deeper than he ever had before, and the brush of his face against my skin was enough to get me there. “Oh. Yeah. Cash. Coming.”
He took all of it, loudly swallowing, more of those desperate noises that coaxed even more come from me. The way he seemed to love it was the biggest turn-on of all, and his contented sigh when I finally pulled back almost got one last spurt from my tired cock.
“Damn. I want to get you off first all the time.” I turned slightly so I could rest my head against his thigh. “Loved everything about that.”
He chuckled and lightly tapped my butt. “Spin so I can see your face.”
“What? You don’t like talking to my ass?” Then we were both laughing as we untangled. I sprawled over him, head on his shoulder. “I guess this is better.”
“Yep.” He kissed the top of my head. A yawn escaped my throat.
“Damn. Somehow I’m sleepy now, but I suppose we should get up. Be responsible adults.”
“You have an agenda today?” He stretched, sounding as lazy as I felt.
“Beyond seeing how many times I can make you come and forcing you to rest your arm?” I snickered before sobering. “I should call my realtor. I haven’t changed my mind about wanting to move. And I guess I should check in with the lawyer too. Gah. Maybe staying in this sex cocoon is the better plan.”
“You can have both. Sex cocoon and adulting.” He squeezed me closer. “And what about your birthday?”
“What about it? Ignore Duncan.” Shaking my head, I moved my feet restlessly. “It’s not a big deal. I’d almost forgotten it’s next week until Duncan said something. Like I told you at the cabin, my mom always made a huge media production out of it. I had enough theatrics to last a lifetime.”
“Maybe it’s a big deal to me.” He brushed another kiss against my temple. “And I was thinking about what you said about always wanting a dog and getting a publicity shoot instead. I’ve got a SEAL buddy who works with a dog rescue. Maybe you’d want a field trip to see his setup?”
“You want me to meet your friend?” My eyes popped wide, all sleepiness evaporating. I raised my head to peer down at him. “And you think I should get a dog?”
“Yeah. I meant what I said last night. I’m not planning to keep you a secret from my friends.” He gave me a stern look as if I might try to talk him out of going public. As if. As much as I was willing to do secret if that was what he needed right then, I thrilled to his words. “And you don’t have to actually get a dog when we go. You could take your camera. Take pictures of some possibilities and then think it over, kind of like you’re doing with the houses.”