Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“I’m vers,” Shy said as he rolled the condom over his considerable size. “So yes, it’s very all right.” He laughed as he climbed onto me, kissing me, sucking on my bottom lip, using his teeth to graze the skin. He throbbed against me, and I suddenly realized I asked for that entire size to go inside me.
“You’ve gotta go slow,” I said as Shy trailed his way down my body with his tongue, kissing my pubes, running his tongue around the head of my cock.
“Let’s start with these,” Shiro said, lifting two fingers in the air. He reached for the lube. I held my cock as I watched him spread the lube around his fingers. He lowered his hands between my legs and slipped the pads of his fingers over my hole.
I twitched backward, surprised at the sensation but immediately wanting more. I closed my eyes as Shiro explored me, rubbing his fingers up and down, getting me nice and slick and ready. It wasn’t long before I could feel myself opening up, my muscles relaxing. He told me to take a deep breath, and I did, releasing it the moment his finger slipped inside.
My eyes shot open. “That okay?” he asked, voice gentle.
“Yeah,” I said. “Go deeper.”
And he did, sending fireworks flying through my vision. I let my head fall back onto the bed as a moan bloomed through my chest, spurred by the sensation of Shy’s finger curling inside me, as if coaxing me to come. My cock throbbed in agreement, leaking onto my pubes, my balls tightening against my body.
If Shiro kept going, then a White Christmas was all but guaranteed, and I absolutely didn’t want him to stop.
16 Shiro Brooks
I was fingering Spanish royalty. Prince Nicholas Silva was asking me to “go deeper” into him, and I was listening, sliding my finger up to the second knuckle, feeling his velvet-soft walls tighten around me. I pushed in, curling my finger, feeling him grip me and pull me in deeper, as if his body cried out for more; the same thing his lips were doing.
“You’re so sexy,” I said, practically to myself. He ground his ass down on my finger. I pushed another to his hole, and it slipped in with ease. Nick’s eyes opened wide. He moved his ass around in a circle, sinking me into him. I gasped, feeling his swollen prostate push against the tips of my fingers. I rubbed.
It looked like Nick had placed his tongue against an electrical socket. He spasmed around my touch, his hands gripping onto the sheets even tighter. I grinned, knowing I had found the spot.
“Holy fuck. ¿Qué hiciste?” he asked.
“I rubbed your prostate. It’s your P-spot. Every guy has it; just not every guy knows how to handle it.” I rubbed again, applying more pressure. Nick’s eyes rolled. He bit his lips before crying out, his cock throbbing in the air.
In and out, I started to slide, finger fucking him. His cock leaked, making my mouth water. I bent down, still fingering him, holding him with my free hand and aiming his cock up to my lips. I sucked him in.
I slowed down. Judging by how tight Nick’s nuts were, he was close to coming, and I didn’t want him to blow just yet. So I traced the head of his dick with my tongue, breathing onto it, my fingers working him, stretching him, getting him ready for me.
“Fuck me, Shy.” His normally sharp blue eyes seemed glazed over. Lust had taken over. Steam appeared to be rising up from his chest with how fucking hot this was.
I pulled my fingers out, Nick gasping as I did. I pushed him back on the bed, the four solid wood posts rising around either side of us. The bedsheets were silky soft against my knees. I looked to the left, seeing the breathtaking view of the dark ocean, a sickle white moon reflected back on the rippling waters. There was an untouchable serenity to it, somehow making this moment that much more special.
My cock, slick and warm, throbbed in my grip. I lined myself up with Nick, rubbing my head against his hole, his cheeks clenching around me.
“Wait. Here,” I said, leaning over and grabbing another pillow. I lifted Nick and slipped the pillow under him. He watched me with those sultry sea-blue eyes, his lips slightly parted as if stuck in a permanent moan. I broke from his gaze and looked down to admire him. His hard cock pulsed and leaked onto his stomach, covered in a dark shadow of hair.
I pressed myself against his entrance. “Ready?” I asked. The last thing I wanted was to give Nick a terrible first time. I wanted to make sure he was taken care of every step of the way.
“Yes,” he said, closing his eyes as I pressed in. His hole opened for me, taking in the head. I could feel him stretch, and the sharp intake of breath made me pause.