Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Fuck. So tight,” Marcus growled. Fingers bit into Ethan’s hips, holding him perfectly still. He loved Marcus’s tight control but also the trembling in his touch as if he were barely hanging on to that control.
“And you’re so fucking big,” Ethan groaned. “Fill me, please, Marcus. Make me yours.”
Those whispered words seemed to have snapped Marcus’s control, because he surged forward in one smooth thrust. Ethan cried out, his entire body in shock at the invasion. He was so full again. Marcus leaned over him with his larger body, one arm sliding across his chest so that his hand could clamp down on his shoulder, locking him to Marcus.
“You are mine. Always mine,” Marcus vowed. He punched his hips forward in little thrusts. The angle had Marcus pushing relentlessly against his prostate, sending wave after mind-scrambling wave of pleasure through his body. Ethan didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to feel Marcus stretching him and filling him for much longer, but his orgasm was so close he could barely pull in a breath.
“Marcus! I need to come!”
“What do you wish?”
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard,” Ethan sobbed.
“Anything for you.” They were the only words of warning he got before Marcus pulled his cock nearly completely from his body and thrust back in hard. The pounding was brutal, but all Ethan’s brain registered was relief for a moment. Marcus felt so damn good.
His orgasm exploded without warning a second later. He never got to touch his cock as it was crushed against the mattress, rubbing against the silken sheets. The world went white and his muscles clenched up. It was like his entire being shattered into millions of sharp splinters and sped through the room. Marcus moaned and continued to thrust into his tightened channel.
As he started to slowly float back down to earth, Ethan heard Marcus roar his release. Heat flooded his ass and then the sharp, piercing pain of fangs digging into his shoulder ripped through his body. Before he could cry out in pain, ecstasy slammed into him like a fucking Mack Truck. A second orgasm obliterated Ethan’s mind. It was like he was feeling Marcus’s orgasm, and it stole his breath away.
His hips jerked and thrust on their own. He could feel his cock sliding through the cum-soaked sheets beneath him while electric bliss tingled with each slide of Marcus’s cock in his cum-slicked ass. He couldn’t stop moving. Didn’t want to stop. Nothing had ever felt so good.
But exhaustion finally won, and he flattened under Marcus, struggling to catch his breath. Marcus licked along the wound he’d created, and a hum of pleasure rumbled from his throat. He pressed a couple of kisses to the place he just drank from, and Ethan shivered as the last tendrils of joy slithered along his nerve endings.
“Are you okay?” Marcus asked.
Ethan nodded. Everything felt too raw and sharp. He needed the world to mellow and for his brain to get a little more blood and oxygen.
“Ethan,” he said sharply, his worry thick in that single word. He started to move, but Ethan’s hand shot back with blinding speed, clamping down on Marcus’s thigh.
“Don’t,” Ethan said, and Marcus immediately froze. “Please.”
Marcus didn’t move, keeping his cock nestled inside of Ethan. With their bodies still intimately connected and pressed so close, Ethan felt like it was easier to take that next breath, to pull together his scattered thoughts, because he wasn’t alone. Marcus was there, in him, wrapped around him. They were still a part of each other.
“I’m okay,” he said after a couple of deep breaths. “I promise. It was just a little…intense.” A wobbly laugh escaped him, and he released Marcus’s thigh to grab the hand still holding his shoulder. “That second orgasm…fuck, I didn’t know I could have a second orgasm…but it was like I could feel mine and then yours at the same time. I think it fried my poor little human brain.”
Ethan could feel Marcus’s entire body relax against him. Very carefully, Marcus wrapped his other arm around Ethan’s stomach and turned them on their side without losing their connection. Marcus nuzzled Ethan’s hair, kissing him on the tender flesh behind the ear.
“Good to know. I’ll refrain from biting you during sex,” Marcus murmured.
“Don’t you dare stop!” Ethan twisted his head and upper body enough to look Marcus in the eyes. “That was…holy fuck…that was insane, and I definitely want to do it again. Maybe…just…not every time.”
With a smile, Marcus gently kissed him. “And everything else?”
“Perfect. I know I am treasured and loved.”
“And you are mine.”
Ethan hummed happily, snuggling against Marcus before dropping his head on the pillow. “And you are mine.”
He didn’t know how long they lay wrapped in each other. They didn’t talk, but they didn’t need to. Ethan soaked in all the little touches as Marcus ran one hand up and down his body over and over again. Ethan hadn’t done a lot of dating in his life, but he had to admit he’d never thought he’d find something like this with someone. He never expected to find someone he enjoyed talking to, someone who made him laugh and think, someone who treasured him even with his quick temper and impulsive nature.