Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 313(@300wpm)
Gabriel stepped back and there was no stopping the cry of denial that left Justin. But he shouldn’t have worried. Gabriel shoved him down on the bed and plucked the condom from his fingers. Justin shifted toward the center of the bed, but Gabriel halted him with a word as he worked to roll the condom down his long cock.
“Stay there.” Gabriel’s grin was wicked. “Like I said, I want to see everything.” Grabbing Justin’s ankles, he placed his feet on the edge of the bed. Gabriel slowly slid his hands up his calves and along the insides of his thighs, pushing them outward so he could better fit between his legs.
Justin’s heart hammered in his chest and he could draw in only short, sharp breaths. Never in his life had he felt so exposed. Gabriel’s dark eyes slowly traveled up the entire length of his body, as if he were inspecting every inch of him. Or memorizing him. When he finally reached Justin’s eyes, Gabriel’s face was flushed, and his breathing was just as heavy. He could feel the slight tremor in the man’s strong hands where they rested on his legs as if he were barely restraining himself from attacking.
“You’re gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous,” Gabriel murmured. “I think I could come just from looking at you.”
Justin’s cock twitched at those low, rough words. He couldn’t remember a time when anyone had looked at him with such unflinching focus. It sucked the air straight out of his lungs. Before his scrambled brain could come up with some kind of response, Gabriel leaned forward and ran his tongue from the root to the head of his cock. A long moan rumbled up his throat as that wonderful tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, lapping up the pre-cum leaking onto his stomach. He then swallowed him until his cock bumped against the back of Gabriel’s throat.
“Oh fuck, G!” he shouted. Leaning upward, he reached to hook his hands behind his knees and crunched his ab muscles to watch Gabriel bob on his cock like it was the only place in the world he wanted to be. Gabriel looked up at him with hunger burning in his eyes and lips stretched around his dick. There was nothing sexier in the entire world. Well, except for maybe the hand around Gabriel’s own dick, pulling at the flushed member in time with his own sucking.
Flopping onto the bed, Justin clenched his eyes shut and gnashed his teeth as the tingling built for his orgasm. “I’m not going to last, G,” he warned. “Feels too good.”
Gabriel’s mouth popped off his dick with a wet sound, and Justin wanted to cry. He hadn’t wanted him to stop, but damn, it was all building so fast. He couldn’t understand how he’d ended up on his back with his legs in the air, but fuck if he didn’t want more, and now.
“Then how about this?”
His tongue was sliding down his cock and around his sac. Justin cursed loudly as Gabriel sucked one ball into his mouth and then the other, slowly tormenting him, while a finger brushed against his hole, pressing gently on the muscles there.
“G!” Justin moaned, not quite sure what he wanted. More was better, but he couldn’t put into words what that more was. Until Gabriel’s tongue continued to move lower and swirled around his entrance. The insistent, warm, wet pressure had him grabbing his cock, clamping down on the orgasm fighting for freedom. He lost the power of speech as Gabriel steadily licked, sucked, and kissed along his entrance. Noises left his mouth, but not a single coherent word.
Justin barely noticed when Gabriel’s mouth was replaced by a lube-slicked finger. Gabriel had expertly edged him, taking him to the brink of orgasm only to drag him back again until every muscle was loose and tingling with need.
He grunted softly when Gabriel slid two thick fingers inside of him and spread them, stretching Justin for his cock. He opened his eyes to find Gabriel’s dark, hungry gaze locked on his face. Ready to devour him.
“God, please, fuck me,” Justin whispered. Gabriel’s smile returned, and he was on his feet. Justin was vaguely aware of Gabriel snatching up the lube and pouring it into his hand. He stroked his condom-covered cock a few times before moving to kneel on the mattress between Justin’s legs.
The head of Gabriel’s dick brushed against his entrance and Justin moaned. He was beyond ready. Gabriel carefully pushed forward, breaching those tight muscles, and Justin was stolen from the haze of pleasure at the sharp sting and burning. But Gabriel was ready for him, stroking his cock with the hand he’d used to lube up his own dick. The pain eased, and Justin relaxed again. He watched the sweat streak along the sides of Gabriel’s face, the expression harsh under his intense concentration and control. Sweat darkened his hair and trickled from his temple. Muscles jumped in his clenched jaw. His features were sharp and harsh, but beautiful in a way that was unique to the man. Gabriel entered him, inch by slow inch. His entire focus was on Justin, determined to make it good for both of them. Strangely, Justin was sure he’d never been in safer, more careful hands in his life.