Free Oxygen Deprived (Kilgore Fire Book 3) by Lani Lynn Vale

seriously thinking there might actually be stretch marks along my cock come morning. I wasn’t kidding about the fact that it was bigger.
    As if it wasn’t already big enough.
    “Okay,” she said, glancing down at my cock again. “Will it even fit in this tube?”
    I shrugged.
    I had no fucking clue.
    We’d forgotten to measure the tube against my cock like the directions had said to do beforehand. I had no idea if it’d fit or not.
    “I’m trying to figure out how to get it in there without spilling it. Do I, like, dunk it like a tea bag or something?” I asked, pointing at it, then at my cock.
    “The YouTube videos I was able to find weren’t very helpful. All they used were dildos, not actual cocks,” she clarified.
    I nodded, then got up, letting my underwear drop all the way to the ground as I did.
    “Give it to me,” I ordered, holding out my hand. “I’ll try to lean over on the counter and point it down.”
    “No,” she said. “You lean down on both elbows over the counter, and I’ll get down here and… guide it in .”
    So that was how I ended up with a hot, sweaty girl, her hands covered in white penis molding goo, at my feet with her hands on my dick.
    I leaned over the counter, letting my cock hang heavily between my legs as I stared at her.
    My raging hard-on started to throb to the beat of my heart, and she watched it intently as she reached for it.
    I closed my eyes, unable to take the torture any longer.
    And just when I was about to call the whole thing off, I opened my eyes to see her only millimeters from my cock.
    She bit her lip, reaching forward to take my dick, and hesitantly pumped it twice, running her thumb over the tip before she inhaled deeply.
    “They say sometimes it’s better to use a cock ring,” she whispered.
    “Oh,” I drawled. “I won’t need a cock ring.”
    She looked up at me, then licked her fucking lips again.
    “Do it,” I growled through gritted teeth, my balls drawing up as she gave me one final pump, then guided my cock into the liquid goo.
    As my cock slid into the tube, the white goop spilled over the sides onto the white tile floor of Aspen’s bathroom.
    It was such a weird sensation, almost like I’d dipped my dick into warm, partially set Jell-O. I don’t know what to compare it to since my dick hadn’t been dipped into anything other than a pussy, a mouth or a fist.
    “I’ve got to say,” I licked my lips, somewhat freaked out. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever felt.”
    She helped guide my heavy cock down until the tip of the bottle touched my pubic bone.
    “God,” she said. “You’re touching the bottom, aren’t you?”
    I snorted, causing her to smack my bare ass. “Don’t move!”
    I didn’t move.
    Not for four long minutes as she slowly moved her hand up and down my backside.
    I don’t even think she realized she was doing it, either. I think she was just absently trying to offer me her support.
    Or, at least, that’s what I told myself.
    Surely, she wasn’t purposefully getting that close to my balls each time she swept her hands over and around me.
    Two hundred and forty seconds later I choked out, “Time!”
    My voice sounded like it’d been put through a shredder with how strangled it sounded coming out.
    She pulled the casting off my cock so slowly, my eyes crossed at the suction.
    And then I lost it.
    The moment she had it off me and sitting on the counter, I reared up, grabbed the soap off the side of the counter, and furiously rubbed my cock and pubic hair with the soap.
    Then I rinsed it off, making a mess of the floor and the counter in the process.
    Once every smear of white goo was off my cock and pubes, I reached for Aspen and yanked her to me.
    She hit my body hard, her gasp being captured by my mouth as I slammed my mouth down onto hers.
    Somewhere in our fumbling she lost her pants and panties, and I growled in approval.
    “Oh, God, yes,” she gasped between kisses, jumping up and wrapping her