Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Asshole.”
“I think you meant to say…prick,” I taunt.
“Fuck off—ahhh!”
He cries out as I drag him up on his knees and elbows. I snag the bottle of lube, coating my fingers until they drip. Yanking the panties to the side, I reveal his cute ass crack to me. He whimpers when I push one of my slick digits inside him.
“You’re hungry for this,” I tell him, smacking his ass again with my free hand. “Beg for me to finger-fuck you.”
“No!”
“Beg!”
He moans when I slide my finger deeper, seeking out all the places that make him tremble. When he’s good and ready, I add another finger. This time, I scissor them, stretching out his pretty hole so it’ll be ready for my dick.
“You ever been fucked by a real man?”
He groans, pushing back against my fingers. “No.”
“I’m the only man who’ll ever fuck you.”
Somehow, those words feel true. Since the second I laid eyes on him, Callan has been intense and different than anyone else I’ve ever been with. The idea of me fucking anyone else seems ridiculous. The thought of anyone fucking him pisses me off. I wasn’t lying when I said once I claimed him he was mine.
I pull my fingers from his ass, loving his needy whine. I pour more lube onto my hand and then shove down my boxers. While I slick up my shaft, I knead the muscle of one ass cheek. I work my hand back under the material and move it over to once again reveal his tight, pink hole to me. With the fat head of my cock, I press against the pucker. His breath hitches and then turns into a wail as I drive all the way into him.
Callan doesn’t like it sweet.
He wants it rough.
Wants me to use him and take. If he’s had enough, he’ll spit out the safe word. Until then, he’ll let me continue wringing every ounce of pleasure from him through whatever means necessary.
“You feel so fucking good,” I croon, my hips pounding against him. “So fucking perfect, sweetheart.”
His hands are fisting the quilt as he holds on for dear life. I reach beneath him with my still lube-slicked hand, fondling him through the lacy material. He gasps and pants with each rough rub of my hand. I could pull the underwear off and jack him properly, but I like making him work for his orgasm.
“I want you to get your little panties messy,” I growl. “Just like you’re going to get my cock nice and messy with your lipstick.”
My words, coupled with the harsh way I fuck into him and the relentless groping of his dick, have him coming with a sharp cry. His ass clenches around my dick, and his body vibrates with a soul-shattering orgasm.
“As much as I want to fill this perfect little hole, I want to see my cum all over your lovely gift,” I grunt out. “Tell me you love this shit as much as I do, Callan.”
“I love it,” he rasps out. “Fuck. You sick fuck, I love it.”
His words have me grinning, but the abrupt climax that ripples through my body steals it away. I slide out of his heat but keep the head of my cock at his hole. As cum gushes out, I slide up and down along his crack.
God, we’re so fucking messy.
It’s hot as hell.
I pull out of the confines of his lace panties, and the material gets caught between his ass cheeks. He falls to his side, cum drenching both the front and back of his new underwear.
“I fucking love this,” I tell him, crumpling to the blanket beside him.
Neither of us makes any moves to clean up. We just face one another with the warmth of the fire licking over our naked bodies. I stroke my finger along his cheek, drinking up each beautiful feature on his face.
So young.
So fucking gorgeous.
So filthy like me.
I lean forward and kiss his supple mouth. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”
“Good,” he murmurs, his eyes fluttering closed. “I don’t want it to end.”
Callan
I could wake to the rugged, manly scent of Atlas Larson every day of the week. The sun streaming in is too bright, so I know it’s not quite time for us to wake up, but I lazily enjoy the quiet and his smell and the soft hair on his chest.
Last night was…
I have no words.
I’ve never experienced anything so wild before. There’s no other way to describe it. He transformed me into a needy, desperate slut willing to do whatever he wanted.
I fucking loved it.
After a shower where we cleaned off all the cum, we crawled back into Atlas’s bed. It should terrify me how much I enjoy sleeping in his bed. I love his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against him.
Atlas is dangerous to my sanity.