Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
He’s a better man than most of the guys I’ve met on the outside.
I step up on tiptoes and hook my hand around his neck. Our kiss is slow and searching, and he uses his tongue to test my receptiveness, sliding against mine in measured thrusts that mimic fucking. I remove the tie from his hair, letting it fall loose around his face, and pull back to take him in; he is so big, sexy, and powerful but conscious of his size and the damage he could do. I want him to release his binds and let go. I want to know what it’d be like to be ravished by a man who could snap me in half like a twig, so I turn and bend over the bed, sticking my ass out. This way, he’ll be able to let go without constantly checking my expression, and I’ll experience all his raw power.
He snaps on a condom, and I watch over my shoulder as he readies himself for me. His chest rises and falls fast. He’s on the brink of losing control.
His hand relishes the plumpness of my ass, and his thumbs press into my thighs, spreading my pussy open. Cool air hits my wetness before his big dick finds its home.
The bite of pain that comes with the first thrust sends a shiver of fear through me. He really could hurt me if he lost control, but his thrusts are measured as he works to open me wide enough to take his full length. The stretch is blissful enough that I close my eyes to shut out the world and languish in the push and pull of his cock and his meaty fingers pressing into my flesh.
He’s a mountain of a man but a gentle giant. A gentle giant I want to feel let go.
14
ROCK
A MAN LIKE ME
She feels so good around my dick, like a hot, tight, wet fist. All the nights I finished myself under the sheets fall away like dust in the face of Lory’s perfection. I rut into her, watching my thick cock disappear inside he, fascinated at how easily she takes me and how deep I can thrust.
She groans, and it’s the sweetest sound, like a feather over my balls.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it.”
She asked me if I wanted her, like there was ever a chance that I’d say no. I’d give away the last shred of self-respect I possess to beg for her body and hold onto the way she makes me feel. When I’m with her, I’m ten feet tall, standing on the roof of the tallest building, surveying the world at my feet. She’s everything I wanted and more, spread out like a feast before me.
There are so many things I want to do to her body. So much pleasure I can give her, if she’ll let me. I bite my tongue, worried about pushing her too far, but she’s moving with me, shoving her hips back for deeper, harder penetration like she needs more. If I ask, she can say no, and that’d be okay. I just want to make it good for us both. I stare at her ass and the forbidden place just above where my dick is buried. I stroke her hair away from her back and run my finger down the ridge of her spine. When I reach the base, I drift lower. “Can I touch you here?” I ask.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes. Please.”
Fuck. I drift lower still, stroking her clenched asshole, exhaling as her pussy bears down in response. I lick my thumb and press harder as she whimpers.
Most girls pretend they don’t like ass play, but when you get your fingers and tongue there, they turn mindless.
I think of other ways we could enjoy each other but stuff them back down. All of this is wishful thinking. Grady’s going to take her from us. I know he is. She’s going to leave, and all we’ll have are fleeting memories of what it was like to be a real man again.
I don’t want to let her go. Not yet.
What would Grady do if we refused? He’s not strong enough to take on the three of us by himself. He’d have to tell other guards and expose his potentially dangerous attempt to repay a debt. He’d lose everything.
For the first time in forever, a flicker of power ignites within me. If they come for her, we don’t have to agree to let her go.
I grip the back of Lory’s neck, turning her toward me. I don’t own much in this world, but right now, I own her.
“You going to come, little bird?”
“Fuck. Yes.”
Like I yanked out her orgasm with just my words, she clamps around me and a gust of wetness coats my balls. I pound harder, chasing my own pleasure.