Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Stone rounded the bend and his cabin came into view. Royal’s startled breath was nice to hear. He’d put a lot of work into his home before and after Ben died. The extensive renovations had kept his mind occupied and off his heartache.
“Bo,” Royal said in a voice full of awe. “Your cabin is insane.”
Stone pressed the clicker attached to his visor and steered his truck into the three-car garage.
After he cut the engine, he went around the cab and opened Royal’s door. As soon as he had both feet on the ground, Stone was on him again, pressing his back into the truck. He kissed him so deep and hard that Royal began to climb him as if he were an oak tree.
Long legs hooked tight around his waist, and Stone walked them to the door and through his kitchen, his mouth never leaving Royal’s. Once inside, he made a beeline towards his bedroom.
They broke apart only long enough to breathe. Royal hurried and shucked his coat and let it fall to the floor.
“You’re getting the five-cent tour right now. Kitchen, bathroom,” Stone said while walking faster. “Den, living room—”
Stone growled as Royal bit down on his neck and ground his hard cock against his abdomen. It almost caused him to stumble as he bumped into the walls on his way to his bedroom.
He moaned as his kneecaps hit the edge of his bed and he damn near tossed Royal onto the mattress.
Royal barely scanned the room before his eyes—smoldering with lust—landed back on him.
Stone stood over him and yanked his sweater, then T-shirt over his head. Royal panted as his gaze started at his chest then roamed down to where he was unbuckling his belt.
Royal’s hands shook as he went for the top button of his own shirt.
“Don’t,” Stone commanded, his voice raw. “I’ve been waiting all week to undress you in my bed.”
“Then hurry,” Royal moaned. “I’ve been waiting all week to feel you on top of me.”
Stone finished removing his jeans but left his briefs on as he climbed over Royal and slowly lowered all of his two-hundred and sixty pounds on top of him.
“Yes,” Royal groaned, arching his back.
Stone thrust his hard cock over Royal’s in a way that made his toes curl. A few thrusts and he was able to ease the ache before he slid his hand between their bodies and began to unbutton Royal’s shirt. He rose just enough to fully remove his pants, then his tight black briefs until there was no barrier between him and Royal’s sleek skin.
Stone couldn’t resist. He had to get up on his knees and look.
Royal had a body that deserved admiration.
Oh my gosh…
Stone had never seen a more stunning man. Royal was flawless.
“Do you have any fuckin’ idea how beautiful you are?”
Stone ran his rough fingertips across Royal’s hairless chest and down his cut abs. His skin was a blend of warmth and satin. The moonlight created a natural glow, a subtle luminosity in his creamy tone, exuding the most irresistible heat.
Royal had a body that’d clearly never endured harsh weather and had stayed wrapped in designer suits made only of the finest fabrics.
“Bo, damnit.”
The desperation in Royal’s voice pulled him from his eye-fucking and wrenched him into action. Royal’s cock was pointed towards him, the head flushed and beaded with a thick drop of pre-cum.
Stone covered him again and kissed Royal with less urgency and more affection. He could feel the ache of what Royal needed stabbing at him. Ignoring it for now, wanting to stretch this first time out as long as he could handle, he brushed his lips over Royal’s stiff, pink nipples with lightest touch.
He glanced up to see pure bliss all over Royal’s face as his eyes fluttered closed. Stone writhed against him, groaning at the sacred slowness of how they moved together in a perfect rhythm, so tender it hurt.
Stone pulled back just enough so their lips brushed each other, breaths mingling.
Then he couldn’t resist, he kissed Royal again, slow and cherishing. Royal dragged his hands up the rigid muscles in Stone’s back as he glided his supple mouth over his beard then back in the sexiest way.
The tenderness in Royal’s touch soothed the ache that’d ruled Stone’s world for so long.
“When’s the last time you had a hot mouth swallow your cock, baby?” Stone gritted, already sliding down Royal’s body.
Royal’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling so fast Stone thought he might pass out.
“N-never,” Royal managed.
Stone held their eye contact as he teased Royal with his mouth, barely brushing the head of his dick, allowing the anticipation to build before he engulfed Royal’s full length, not stopping until his lips were nestled in his pubic hair.
Stone was dead fucking serious when he’d said he hadn’t forgotten how to do this. He still knew how to make a man scream his name.