Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“No. Well, yes, your ass is perfect, but you’ve also got this elegant curve of your spine and amazing back muscles.” As he spoke, Soren could feel Angel’s lips skim up his spine and place a kiss on his shoulder blade. He drew a breath to react to the rather sweet gesture, but it was knocked out again as a lube-slicked finger pressed into his hole. By the second stroke, Angel was brushing over his prostate and scrambling what was left of his brain.
How was this even possible? Angel looked like he was barely twenty, but he worked and played his body liked they’d been fucking for a lifetime. He knew exactly how to touch him, stroke him, steal his goddamn breath away.
Another finger slipped inside, and the sting returned while stretching him wider. He tilted his hips and lifted his ass, chasing Angel’s fingers as they slid in and out of him. One hand gripped an ass cheek, spreading him so that he was on display, and he loved it.
“Fucking sexy,” Angel growled. “I wish I had days to fuck you. I’d stuff your ass with a thick dildo and fuck you with it while I sucked your dick.”
A moan ripped from Soren’s lips. His mind quickly conjured up the image of him flat on the mattress, Angel between his legs, working a dildo in him while stretching that beautiful mouth around his dick. Yeah, he wished they had days too.
“God, fuck me,” he begged. His cock was trying to wake up and swell again, but it was too soon. His body tingled and his muscles trembled. He needed to feel Angel.
The fingers disappeared and there was the brief crinkling sound of a condom wrapper. A second later, the blunt head of Angel’s cock pressed against his hole, stretching him. He moved so damn slowly, letting Soren feel every fucking inch of his cock as it entered him. He got lost in the sensations flooding him, from the way his fingers dug into his hips to his surprising thickness.
Angel snarled something between his teeth he couldn’t quite catch, but his brain was shutting down. There were only those hands on his body and the cock in his ass. When Angel was inside him to the hilt, he leaned close and peppered kisses along his spine.
“Good?”
“So good. But I thought you said something about fucking me.”
Angel huffed a laugh, his hot breath teasing the sweat that covered his skin. “Tightest hole in all of Paris.”
Soren hummed his pleasure as his brain clicked off everything but working his heart and lungs. He didn’t need to think anymore. There was only feeling. And now Angel was starting to slowly move within him, stretching him, fucking him so that their sweaty skin slapped together. He was in Angel’s hands as he fucked him. Hands that gripped him, rubbed him, and even wrapped around his thickening cock, stroking him to life.
It took a moment for him to realize that the sounds filling his ears were coming from him. Desperate pants, broken sobs, and incoherent pleading. Muscles were taut and stretched to their limits. Every thrust hammered his prostate while Angel stroked him with a lube-covered hand. His orgasm barreled down on him out of nowhere, leaving him shouting his release. His ass tightened on Angel’s dick and the other man cried out as he came, pounding into him.
Heaven. He was in heaven.
Angel collapsed on top of him, his breathing shattered while his face pressed into one shoulder blade.
“Fuck. Dead. I’m. I’m dead,” Angel said brokenly.
Soren tried to laugh, but no sound came out. He’d come so damn hard, his toes were tingling, and his balls were fucking spasming. “I think you broke me,” he managed when he could get his tongue to work again.
Teeth sank into his shoulder lightly before Angel pushed up and slipped from him. Soren rolled onto his back to watch Angel move on wobbly legs to drop the condom into a trash can. He returned to the bed, falling onto the mattress next to him. Soren’s muscles ached, and he had a feeling his ass was going to remind him of his reckless night later.
“Give me a second to catch my breath, and I’ll head out.” The words came out muffled against the sheets and Soren laughed. For the first time all evening, the cocky, seductive façade had fallen away, and he was finally in bed with a real person.
Grabbing his upper arm, he pulled until Angel scooted up the bed. Soren wrapped him in his arms while burying his face in Angel’s neck, getting a wonderful whiff of sweat, sex, and a soft cologne.
“No cuddling!” Angel cried out, but he didn’t push away. Soren had seen his quick moves. He could have been out of the bed and across the room already if he’d wanted to be.