Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Caspian shook his head, staring at Gunner with eyes so dark they were like twin wells in the middle of the night. He covered Gunner’s hands with his own and pulled them up his thighs, as if he wanted Gunner to feel how muscular and hairy they were. “You’re doing good.”
While Gunner regretted getting the face tattoo, he did like the other ink on his body, and it took on a different meaning to him now that he saw it as an outsider. The man he was about to serve with his mouth had threats pushed into his skin, and every dark line, even the ones forming the grotesque skull shape on the right side of his face, communicated to the world that he’d crush anyone who dared challenge him.
To be of interest to a man like that was both frightening and exciting. The strength packed into the thick muscles meant Gunner could be easily carried, overpowered, but if he belonged to such a stud, he’d also be protected, cared for. In his fantasies at least.
Gunner had butterflies in his stomach as he pushed Caspian’s briefs down enough to see that his cock was hard for him again. His female partners liked its size, since, while large, it wasn’t too big to handle, and thank fuck for that, because it still left his ass aching a bit. But when he leaned in to lick the tip, it occurred to him that he wasn’t sure how much of it he’d fit into a mouth so gracefully small.
How perverse was it that it made him even hornier for dick?
Caspian’s hand felt so big against his face. The thick fingers that used to be so familiar pushed into Gunner’s hair, caressing his scalp as he rolled his tongue around the head like a good boy.
“Just… go slow first. Taste it,” Caspian whispered, watching Gunner like a hungry wolf about to pounce its meal. The large teeth tattooed above and under his lips on one side transformed him into a beast that might rip out his throat if he didn’t service its cock well enough.
It gave Gunner a thrill to wrap his slim fingers around the hot girth and lick the drop of pre-cum glinting at the pisshole. His own dick throbbed in anticipation, but what he wanted was those dark eyes on him, and fingers squeezing his hair to make him understand that he wouldn’t get to touch himself until he served his purpose.
“Like this?” he whispered with his lips lovingly pressed to the cockhead.
Caspian’s dick was salty and tasted of the cum it had shot into the condom. Touching it made Gunner’s own cock twitch in his pants as he closed his eyes and focused on all his other senses while Caspian petted his head.
“Lick it. Like it’s a popsicle and it’s so hot you’re craving it more than anything.”
The fantasy Caspian presented was so very close to Gunner’s desires, but if he was to avoid staining his new jeans, he needed to release the pressure on his groin. Relief flooded him along with the excitement when he pushed the denim lower, but while it aroused him that his ass was again exposed, the only desires that counted were Caspian’s, so Gunner got right back to the dick in need of attention.
He first sucked in the bulbous head and closed his eyes with a groan as his fingers once more found their way to Caspian’s sturdy thighs.
“That’s a good boy. Feel it. I want to shoot down your throat and see you swallow all of it. My cum belongs inside you,” Caspian whispered, spreading his legs farther and pushing up his hips.
How had this much erotic energy hidden in Caspian’s small body all this time?
Gunner was so eager to suck in more of it he quickly leaned in, testing how much he could take. His ears burned when he imagined himself on his knees, with cock-sucking as his one obligation.
Caspian’s hand tightened in his hair, holding him down when the cock rolled up Gunner’s tongue and pushed at the back of his throat. It felt so big in his mouth already, but despite instinctively wanting to pull away, he couldn’t, or didn’t want to, resist the dominant gesture and tightened his lips on the girth, sucking on the thick meat.
Caspian uttered a low grunt and raised his knees on either side of Gunner’s head. “Fuck… yes. You like how it tastes, little cocksucker?”
Gunner grunted his enthusiasm and ran his hands up to Caspian’s tense stomach. All the muscles he’d worked so hard to chisel were now available to his touch, so he closed his eyes and inhaled the musky scent clinging to dark pubic hair. If Caspian wanted to come down his throat three times a day, he’d just need to call, and Gunner would be there to provide his services.