Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“So perfect,” he murmured when he was sure he could move without his control snapping.
“Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“No, baby. I’ve got you.” Royce pulled back and then thrust in hard. He set them on a bruising pace, plunging into Marc again and again. His fingers snaked up to Marc’s hair and grabbed tight, pulling his head back at an awkward angle so that he could kiss him just as deep. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Whose ass is this?”
“Yours. It’s yours. Only yours,” Marc moaned against Royce’s lips. Some little part of Royce knew that it wasn’t true. That it would never be true. This was only a temporary thing while they were forced together. Marc came from a prestigious family and traveled the world, while he was the son of a crime boss and a former shylock who’d hurt people for money. There was no bridging that gap. They’d both come to their senses later. But when his cock was shuttling in and out of Marc’s ass, cries of joy filling his ears, and the sweat between them causing their bodies to slide, he needed to hear that Marc belonged only to him. Even if it was for just one night.
“Harder. So close…harder…”
With a growl, Royce pulled completely out of Marc, who sobbed a loud, “No!” but Royce didn’t give him time to argue. Roughly grabbing him, he flipped Marc onto his back with a soft umph. He wrapped Marc’s legs around his waist and leaned down, licking his way across his chest, from one nipple to the other.
“Jesus fuck, Royce,” Marc snarled. “I need—”
He never got the chance to finish his thought before Royce plunged back inside, sending them both teetering right back on that edge. Royce stared down at Marc’s handsome face, his lips parted in an endless cry of pleasure. Sweat dampened his forehead and slicked his dark hair. But something was missing.
Reaching up, he ripped the blindfold off Marc’s eyes. Marc winced and blinked against the sudden light, then focused on his face.
“I want you to see who’s fucking you. See who owns you right now.”
“Yes,” Marc said on a gasp.
Royce shifted the angle, and Marc’s shouts grew louder as he hammered his prostate with each stroke. He grabbed both of Marc’s wrists, stretching so that their arms were pinned above Marc’s head against the pillows. He pummeled his body again and again. The first tingles started low as the orgasm built. He clenched his teeth, fighting it back. He would not go over first.
He stared deep into Marc’s wide eyes, falling into their vibrant blue depths. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered. His voice was so ragged and raw, he didn’t recognize it.
Marc gave a small, desperate nod, and then his body clenched tight around Royce as he came. As if he’d just been waiting for Royce’s permission.
Royce groaned with Marc as he felt the first hot splatter across his stomach. He kept sawing in and out of him, fucking Marc through his orgasm. Muscles milked his cock until he could no longer stand it. The orgasm crashed through him, knocking the breath from his lungs. For a moment, the world turned white. Oh God, he had to be dying. Nothing…nothing had ever felt this good. This…perfect.
Never move. Never let him move. It was the only thing that Marc could think. His mind was blown. That orgasm had to have killed countless poor, innocent brain cells, and he couldn’t make himself care. The only thing he was sure of was that he was covered in semen after having exploded without being touched, and Royce had collapsed on top of him, still buried deep in his ass. They were both breathing hard. Royce’s heart was pounding a rapid beat against his chest. And he never wanted Royce to move. He didn’t want this moment to end.
But it already had. His brain was already coming down from the high, and he could hear him begging in his head. What would Royce think? Begging. Or about how easily he’d gone down on his knees.
Royce shifted and turned his face into Marc’s neck, pressing a soft kiss to his throat. Marc let his eyes fall shut and sighed. That kiss went far to silence the angry, shaming voices in his head.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Marc said quickly as his throat threatened to close up. Royce moved onto his elbow, so he was looking down on Marc, questions in his eyes. “You good?”
Royce stared at him in silence for several seconds, his expression strange and unreadable, before he smiled again. “Perfect.” He kissed Marc, this time a soft brush of his lips against his. Once, twice. His tongue dipping briefly inside. It was so gentle, so sweet in comparison to what they’d just done, it was tearing down all of Marc’s carefully erected walls that protected him from the world.