Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Rafe climbs behind me on the bed, slides his hands down my back, curls one strong hand over my shoulder, kneading the flesh like he owns me. In one swift move, he shoves me down to the bed, pushing my arms out in front of me. “Stay there,” he hisses.
I comply, shuddering as dirty, delicious images flicker before my eyes.
I don’t know what he has in store for me.
But seconds later, he moves down my body, kissing my spine all the way to the top of my ass. He bestows carnal kisses in a promise of what he plans, how he’ll own my ass.
He bites my cheek, then stops, flips me over to my back. My arms and legs are jelly. “Since the night I met you, I’ve wanted you spread out, hard, and begging,” he says, a soliloquy to all my desires.
“Well, you’re getting what you want then, babe,” I toss out. “And I am not above begging.”
He slides off the bed, stands to his full height, and lifts his chin, a dirty look in his dark eyes. “I think I’ll give you a show now,” he says in that rich voice that drips of sex.
Slowly, sensually, like only a filthy-rich billionaire can, the man undresses, button by button, until his shirt is all the way open. He slides it off his shoulders and tosses the expensive fabric carelessly to the floor.
I groan obscenely loudly as I stare at his lean muscles, the grooves of his abs. I’m made of bulk, for hitting home runs, but he’s designed for bedroom deeds.
And, as I’m learning, for exquisite fucking torture. I tip my forehead toward his jeans. “Come on. Take those off.”
“Are you sure?”
“Stop teasing me,” I beg as my cock twitches.
“You like being teased,” he says.
“Tease me with your mouth,” I say, my eyes drifting to my dick.
“Ask me nicely,” he says.
“Please, Rafe. Please take your pants off and suck my dick.”
He undoes them, lets them fall to the floor.
“Yessss,” I murmur as I admire a pair of tight red boxer briefs. The ones with the rooster design on them.
“Do you like these? I thought you might.”
“Love them,” I say in a husky voice that gives away all my desires.
Then my ruthless tease of a lover strips naked, too, climbs on the bed, and slides his palms up my thighs.
He pushes my legs apart.
Desire burns inside me like jet fuel. I don’t know how long I can last. His hands on my thighs are a prelude to fucking. “Rafe, I’m gonna come really soon,” I tell him. “I’m that aroused.”
One strong hand circles the base of my cock. Lust crashes over me in a punishing wave.
“I’ve got you. Trust me to fuck you,” he says, then swirls that wicked tongue across the head of my cock.
Inch by inch, he takes me in. The deeper I go, the more I writhe. Nothing has ever felt better than Rafe taking my cock to the back of his throat.
“That’s so fucking good,” I murmur.
He smiles wickedly with my shaft in his mouth. His lips are ludicrously wet, stretched wide by my pulsing shaft. His hand slides between my legs, and he cups my balls and gives them a light squeeze.
“Fuuuuuck,” I curse.
Pleasure ricochets through my body, darting up and down my thighs. Before I know it, he’s sucking harder and I’m quivering, writhing, rocking up into his mouth. “Rafe, you got to stop, babe.”
He obeys, letting me fall from his mouth. But not all the way. He kisses the tip. “Are you sure?”
I swear if he doesn’t stop, I will detonate. “I’m fucking sure,” I say.
He pulls back, lust in his irises. “Then tell me what you want. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me so hard I never forget this night.”
He pins me down, grinds his hard cock against mine, and annihilates all my senses with a possessive kiss. His lips consume mine, and I don’t want this night to ever end.
But I will take what I can get.
Him, just him, for one night only.
34
A VERY FILTHY GAME
Gunnar
This is a sight.
Rafe, naked between my thighs, slicking up his fingers with lube. He presses a digit against my ass.
I lie on the pillows and draw a deep, soldiering breath, telling myself to relax into the sensations. They aren’t entirely unfamiliar.
Rafe meets my eyes, maybe reading my thoughts or reading my body. “Have you played with your ass before?”
I wink. “Oh yeah.”
My enthusiasm makes him grin. “Of course you have, my shameless man,” he says, then pushes in the tip of his finger.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I rasp out, gazing at the commanding man pleasuring me.
“Tell me more about what you did. Did you use toys or your fingers?”
Oh, he’s going to like my answer. But before I can give one, he penetrates me deeper.