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)
“Those inches?” he teased.
“Fuck yes,” Soren snarled. “Suck my cock, Angel.”
That was a command he didn’t mind following. He enjoyed giving head, but he loved sucking Soren’s dick. It was a beautiful, thick, cut dick that barely fit in his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the head, lapping up the drop of pre-cum before steadily working his way down the shaft. With his hand wrapped around the bottom, he steadily stroked it.
Soren groaned and widened his legs. Alexei immediately settled between them, getting as close as he possibly could. The man smelled deliciously of soap and musk. He lightly thrust into Alexei’s mouth, his breathing becoming desperate pants. His own orgasm was winding up and his dick ached, demanding some attention as well. It wouldn’t take much to come now. A few strokes while he had Soren’s dick in his mouth and he’d fall over the edge.
But he wanted to be inside of Soren when he came. He moved his hand from Soren’s dick and took a second to fondle his balls, then slid one finger lower, caressing his wrinkled pucker. He didn’t try to press in without lube, but that little contact was enough to make Soren howl.
“Yes! Fuck me! Need you,” Soren demanded. One hand pushed at his shoulder and the other tugged at his hair as he tried to get Alexei off his dick. A bubble of laughter nearly broke, but he couldn’t laugh. He was desperate for the same thing.
Alexei released him to dig for lube and a condom in the nightstand. Suited and lubed up, he made quick work of stretching Soren, mostly because Soren wouldn’t allow him to go slowly. If he tried, he was pretty sure Soren would flip their positions and ride him, which would not help his injuries.
With Alexei carefully gripping Soren’s legs behind his knees, he carefully pushed in, trying to be mindful of Soren’s sore ribs while fighting the need to plunge balls deep. That velvety heat and tight grip knocked the air from his lungs. He wanted to live inside of this man.
Looking up, he nearly lost it again to find Soren holding the headboard with both hands, biceps flexed and straining. Pleasure dug deep lines on his handsome face. Everything about this man was simply mind-blowingly sexy.
Soren closed his eyes and moaned as Alexei started to move in long, slow strokes. It was the best sound in all the world.
“Is that what you needed, doudou?” Alexei purred, not caring that his tone came out a bit smug. Of course he was feeling smug. This big, beautiful man was putty in his hands.
“I can’t take you seriously when you call me that,” Soren grinned.
“I’m not calling you pookie or bébé.” Changing the angle, he thrust in hard and fast. Soren cried out and grabbed his dick. There was the right spot.
“I love doudou. Doudou is perfect. I’ll be your doudou. Oh God, Angel. Don’t stop.” Soren was adorably babbling and Alexei wanted to tease him about it, but his brain couldn’t form the words. His own orgasm was creeping up on him. The slick slide in Soren’s tight ass, the broken cries, all of it was driving him close to the edge.
“Jerk yourself. Wanna watch you come,” Alexei gritted out.
Soren nodded and started to frantically stoke his dick while Alexei picked up his pace. For several seconds, there was only the sweaty slap of skin and desperate panting for air as Alexei fucked Soren.
A loud shout suddenly broke from Soren a second before muscles tightened around Alexei’s dick. He shot thick stripes of white cum across his chest. That was it. Alexei’s orgasm ripped through him like lightning. He shouted, losing his rhythm as he filled the condom. Nerve endings crackled and his fucking balls tingled, he came so hard.
Swearing softly, he swayed as he released Soren’s legs and braced his hands on either side of Soren on the bed. Soren was panting as if he’d run a marathon, and maybe they had. The actual fucking had gone faster than he’d wanted, but he hadn’t been able to slow down once he was inside of him. Not that Soren looked like he was going to complain, based on the goofy smile gracing his face.
“You okay?” Alexei asked when he could remember how to work his tongue.
“Everything feels really good right now,” he replied.
Yes, it did.
With a great deal of reluctance, Alexei pinched the end of the condom and slowly pulled out of Soren. He unfolded his body and stumbled to the bathroom. He disposed of the condom, cleaned up, and wet a cloth for Soren. When he returned to the bedroom, Soren was in the exact same position and looking as if he was on the edge of sleep.
He started to clean off the streaks of cum, but Soren covered his hand, stopping him.