Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Recently, after a long weekend with them, I made it clear to him that Alec and Mazie would always come first, no matter what. He understood and seemed to be fine with it.
However, I dreaded telling Dahlia about us. It might stir up some long-dormant grudge and bitterness. If she got nasty about me and Ronan being back together, my kids might suffer because of it.
I had to handle the whole situation with care.
Unlike Ronan’s cock.
As soon as I pulled it deep into my mouth, his fingers weaved into my hair. He loved to fuck my face, not just get blown, so I relaxed my throat and prepared for him to do so.
No matter how rough he got, I still loved giving Ronan head. I did back in college and even that second time on the roof when he’d done it more as a punishment than pleasure.
When it came to sex with him, the only thing I loved more was when he bottomed for me.
While giving him head, I held a lot of power, even when he was thrusting. Depending on what techniques I used, I could make him come quickly, or I could draw out the pleasure as long as possible.
One time I delayed him coming for so long, his legs shook and my jaws began to lock. But when he finally came, I swore his soul left his body. He couldn’t move for a long time afterward.
I decided since we were in the shower and I was on my knees, which were already beginning to complain, I would make this a quickie. I knew just how to go about it and also knew my method would guarantee no complaints from him for keeping it short.
Though, I did hear a noise at the back of his throat that sounded like a protest when I leaned back and let his cock slip from between my lips. “I need the lube.”
A tube of non-water-soluble lube was kept in the shower for instances like these. Containers of lube were stashed all over Ronan’s penthouse because we tended to have sex at any time, in any place.
He knew I didn’t need lube for head so, of course, he didn’t hesitate to grab it. Especially since it was within arm’s reach. But I didn’t take it from him, I only lifted my left hand out of the spray of hot water and he applied the perfect amount.
I took his cock back into my mouth at the same time I reached between his spread legs. Since he knew what was about to happen, he pressed the top of his back to the tiled wall behind him for support for when things got intense.
Because they would get intense.
I took my time and worked my slick index and middle finger inside him until I was one knuckle deep, then two, and pushed on until I was finally three knuckles deep.
From experience, I had no problem locating the walnut-sized spot and began to stroke my fingertips back and forth over it. As soon as his hips and his cock both began to twitch and he thrusted even harder into my mouth, I alternated between circling his P-spot and petting it.
I went around and around, occasionally pressing it gently like a start button, because that was exactly what it was. What I did gunned Ronan’s engine and he was about to speed down the track. But would he reach the finish line before my knees did?
“Fuck, T… Fuck!”
Oh yeah, I had no doubt he would.
I continued the onslaught and smiled around his cock as I sucked him from rim to root with two fingers squeezing and releasing him at the thick base. How he wasn’t sliding down the wall, I didn’t know, since we usually didn’t do this while standing due to it achieving the best, most intense orgasms.
This method was usually quick but explosive.
It didn’t take long before I knew he was getting close when what was hitting my tongue wasn’t cum yet but fluid milked from his prostate. The moans, groans and ragged breathing was a pretty good sign, too.
His hips violently jerked forward, then jerked backward, telling me he was shattering from the inside out.
“T… I’m goin—” He didn’t even get out the whole warning before he jammed his cock against the back of my throat and spilled his warm, salty cum. “Oooh fuuuuuck,” came out on a long, deep groan.
Hearing him fall apart made my own cock wake up and pay attention.
As his muscles continued to twitch, his cock throbbed intensely and so did the tight ring of muscle pulsing around my fingers.
With the simultaneous penile and prostate orgasms, he was hit with one big, happy double whammy.
I also looked forward to when he did the same to me. However, I wasn’t done with him yet and continued to stroke his prostate until his whole body jerked uncontrollably and I had drawn every drop from him.