Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Even if they were meant to be just for one night, Kevin had no doubt he’d chosen the right guy to take his cherry, so he sucked that thick cock, rocked his ass and already imagined the plug as Sandro’s length, pushing into him and demanding submission.
“So fucking pretty. Look up at me, boy. That’s it. I want to see your lips stretched around my cock. Love your little flush,” Sandro whispered in a velvety voice that had Kevin’s dick throbbing.
Sandro, an older, hot, tattooed guy with a freaking yacht and an island, adored him. Everything in Kevin screamed to be closer to Sandro. To wrap his limbs around him, to be the vessel for his spunk, and to live for the sole purpose of giving Sandro pleasure. There was no reason to the haze of infatuation, and until tomorrow Kevin would allow himself to not care.
Kevin squeezed denim-clad thighs and let out an embarrassing mewl when Sandro gently pulled him off his cock, but warm hands were there to soothe him.
“That’s enough, sweetie,” Sandro said, and Kevin was proud to see Daddy out of breath.
“You sure, Daddy? I could—”
“You little tease.” Sandro shook his head and patted Kevin’s cheek. “Turn around. If you’re so eager, let’s see how good you are at taking my cock on the other end.”
“And was I good at—”
Sandro chuckled and pulled Kevin in for a chaste little kiss. “Yes, you turn me on so much, baby. Now turn around. Ass up.”
Anxiety once more washed over Kevin as he shifted in front of Sandro. Would his body open up to Daddy just as Kevin craved, or would he struggle to take the cock and end up in pain or spoiling the mood?
Sandro’s deep groan made Kevin’s pulse quicken. “I cannot wait to be inside you.”
The pull on the butt plug made Kevin whimper and arch his ass higher as he pushed his face into a pillow. Legs clad in stockings, thighs spread, and the lace on his ass revealing his stuffed hole, he had no doubt he made an obscene picture. He wanted for Sandro to go crazy for it.
“Just be gentle, Daddy.”
Sandro let out a raspy chuckle as he screwed the plug out of Kevin at an agonizing pace. “Don’t be scared, baby boy, I will take care of you and find the pace you need. I promise you’ll be begging for more by tomorrow.”
A bold claim, but Kevin didn’t dare question Daddy, because he wanted it to be true. He moaned once the toy popped out of him, instantly replaced by Sandro’s finger. It teased and stretched Kevin’s hole, making him tremble all over within seconds.
Sandro put his palm on Kevin’s back and rubbed it up his spine. Second by second, the gentle motion calmed Kevin down to the point where he could once again anticipate the touch.
“You have to say it,” Sandro said in that sexy purr of his that made Kevin think of a sated jaguar. “Tell me what you want, boy…”
“Your cock, Daddy. I want you to fuck me,” Kevin uttered into the pillow, rocking his hips back and forth as Sandro teased him, setting his whole being aflame.
Sandro grabbed Kevin’s hips and pulled him back, until Kevin’s ass hovered over his crotch and the thick cock nudged Kevin’s slippery hole. “This is what you want, naughty boy? It feels like you’ve saved it just for me.”
And in this moment Kevin felt that he had. Sandro rocked against him and slid his hand up Kevin’s chest. Every inch of skin he touched came alive with arousal as if Kevin’s whole body was becoming one big erogenous zone.
“Maybe I did,” he said, elated as Sandro wrapped his hot fingers around Kevin’s neck and squeezed gently.
Kevin would’ve let Sandro chain him to this bed and agree to being used every night as long as Sandro used the same cologne and held him so close. Never in his life had he imagined this semi-anonymous meeting going this way. It was as if they understood each other without words. As if Sandro knew his needs before Kevin even voiced them.
Tomorrow was beyond Kevin’s comprehension, because all that mattered was here in this bed.
“You’ll never forget this,” Sandro whispered and bit on Kevin’s ear as he thrust his hips up while holding Kevin in place, and his cockhead pushed in, making Kevin whimper.
“So good, so tight for me,” Sandro muttered, rocking his hips and inching his cock into Kevin at a steady pace. “I bet you’ve dreamed about it. About a dick deep inside you. Now you’ll be only dreaming about mine.”
There was a bit of a sting, because Sandro’s cock was a rod of sturdy flesh, but Kevin was too aroused to care. Sandro held him close, and sensing the sweaty, meaty stomach and pecs against his back made Kevin space out to a different dimension, one in which Sandro wasn’t a client but a lover Kevin had met during a chance encounter at the lake.