Blindsided Read online Eden Finley (Fake Boyfriend #4)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Fake Boyfriend Series by Eden Finley
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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I close my lips over his cock and work my way down until my mouth is filled.

Shit, Miller’s huge.

My fingers wrap around his base as I move my mouth up and down.

Miller’s breathing comes in short gasps, and I want to drive him to the point where he can’t catch a breath. I want to make him come unglued, go crazy, and let out the primal roar I know he holds in.

There’ve only been a few times I’ve heard it—not everyone can make him go off like that—but I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I pull off him and lick my way down his length, while I move my hand to the head of his cock and keep stroking him.

My tongue runs down the underside, and even though my ass clenches at the size of this thing, I’m curious about what it would feel like inside me.

Apart from our FaceTime sessions when I’ve used my fingers to explore, I haven’t been game enough for any other ass stuff. I want Miller to be a part of that. I want him to be the one I share my firsts with.

I take one of his balls into my mouth and don’t let my gaze leave his face as his eyes fill with lust.

“Faster.” He reaches for my hand on his cock and jacks himself with my hand.

My own dick aches, and as I flatten onto my stomach, the small amount of friction between me and the sheets is enough for me to almost lose my head … and my load.

When Miller’s satisfied with how fast my hand is pumping, he removes his hand from mine and fists it in my hair, pulling on it tightly but not enough to cause pain.

“God, you look even better doing that than I ever imagined.” He pulls my head back farther until his ball falls from my mouth. “But I want you right here.”

His hand guides my head back to his cock, and a thrill rushes through me at his demanding presence. I was worried I wouldn’t be ready for this, but that didn’t last long. He could tell me to rob a bank right now and I’d do it no questions asked.

This time when my mouth closes over his cock, I add a bit of suction and know I’m doing something right. Miller’s hips lift off the bed, causing me to almost choke on his dick, but I grip his hip and pin him as hard as I can to the mattress.

“Fuck, sorry.”

I want to tell him it’s okay, but I don’t want to pull off him. Instead, I glance up at him through watery eyes. It’s okay, I try to say with my mind.

Miller doesn’t seem to get it, or maybe he’s worried I’m not liking this, because his hesitance is obvious in the way he relaxes under me.

I don’t want that. I want him wound tight and ready to explode. To prove how much I want this, I suck him into my mouth as deep as I can—which admittedly isn’t very far. I’ll have to work on how to deep throat. Who knew it was an actual talent and not something people can automatically do?

“Talon,” Miller says.

Damn it. I pull back. “I want to learn how to take you deep.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. I want to make you scream.”

Miller’s dark eyes flare with heat. “Relax your jaw and breathe through your nose.”

I lower my head, but right before I get his cock back in my mouth, he grips my hair tight.

“And careful with the teeth.”

With a chuckle, I try again and can take him a tiny bit farther this time.

Miller’s breathing picks up, but he lies as still as possible. His thigh muscles contract, and as much as I should be worried about his injury, I assume he’ll tell me if his leg hurts too much.

My head bobs and my cheeks hollow on the upstroke as I add suction and then release when I push my head back down again.

Miller’s hands fumble for a place to go and tremor slightly.

I keep pushing my limits, because every time I go that tiny bit deeper into my throat, it makes him more frazzled and me even harder.

“Fuck, keep doing that.”

Miller’s encouragement turns me on more than anything ever has in my entire life, and I need friction on my cock. My hips rock against the bed, my dick dragging back and forth against the sheets.

“Holy shit, you’re gonna make me come.”

I moan around his cock, which sets mine off, and it’s the first time I’ve ever come without someone touching me. My orgasm rocks my entire body, and I lose rhythm on Miller’s cock, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy with his head thrown back and his mouth open in ecstasy.


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