Death Dreams Read Online T.S. McKinney

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
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“Not agreed,” Ryder countered. “Not only do I want to hear how you played with yourself, I want to watch you do it.”

“Can you just please fuck me? You haven’t spoken more than fifty words to me over the past three years and when we finally get into bed, you turn into a chatty Cathy? More fucking and less talking.”

“Bossy bottom,” Ryder muttered with a smile as he dropped his lips to tease Remi’s jawline with kisses and nips from his teeth. After several minutes of teasing, Ryder realized they were both too desperate to enjoy much foreplay. Remi’s body was going wild beneath him, and he was afraid he was going to come in his boxer briefs like a teenage boy.

“I need to be inside you, Remi,” Ryder growled as he grabbed the bottle of lube, popped the top, and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. “I wish I could say all the right things and be as romantic as you deserve, but my body can’t wait much longer. I can’t believe I kept us apart.” Ryder kissed Remi one more time, hungry but tender at the same time, and then leaned back to where he was still between Remi’s opened legs but resting on his heels. “Put your legs over my shoulders,” he ordered.

Remi’s legs automatically draped over Ryder’s shoulders and he allowed his thighs to fall even wider apart, giving Ryder full view of the man he’d never really been able to let go of.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Ryder whispered in awe as his eyes worshipped the perfect package Remi so willingly offered him. He scooped up the bottle of lube and drizzled more of the liquid onto Remi’s cock. He smiled when the hard flesh twitched and jerked just from the soft contact the liquid made. He hadn’t forgotten anything about the night they’d shared; but watching how sensitive Remi’s body was managed to be even better in reality than it had been in his memories…and his memories were fucking good. It was as if his brain had cataloged every inch of muscle, every graceful movement, and every delightful sound that belonged to Remi. Three years vanished, and he knew he was home, exactly where he belonged, and with who he belonged.

He pulled his own cock out of his boxers, leaned up on his knees to better align their bodies, and fisted both of their cocks in a tight grasp. There were stark differences between their bodies which, in Ryder’s mind, only made them a more perfect fit. Using the slickness of the lube, he slowly slid his fist up and down the length of their cocks.

“Oh, fuck,” Remi moaned. “Just like that. Fuck, that feels so good. I’ve missed your touch so damn much.”

Ryder kept working their cocks together but moved one hand to slide down the crease of Remi’s ass and then settled a finger against the tight puckered hole. Using his middle finger, he gently pushed past the knot of muscles that tried to prevent entry. “Relax, Remi,” he urged. “You need to relax your body for me. I’ve got to get you ready.”

Remi, busy thrusting his hips toward the fist that held them together, causing a sliding friction that was driving them both wild, crinkled his brow in frustration. “What in the hell are you talking about? You didn’t worry about it the last time and things went remarkably well. Don’t go all tender-love-and-care on me now. My body needs to feel you inside me. Now.”

Unwilling to take the chance, Ryder ignored Remi’s pleading and kept working his finger against the ring of muscles, going a little deeper each time and rotating the digit once inside him. Two fingers, and Remi moaned…and it wasn’t a you’re hurting me moan. Three fingers. Ryder couldn’t believe how fucking tight Remi was, but his lover didn’t seem to be experiencing the first bit of distress. Remi’s sounds, the ones Ryder had so desperately missed, echoed throughout the room. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside him again…had to make Remi his in a way that would prevent either of them from ever doubting it again.

He removed both his hands and eased back on his heels again. As he grabbed the condom, ripped it open with his teeth, and slid it onto his throbbing length, his eyes remained glued to the delightful sacrifice in front of him. Remi’s breathing was labored. Sweat glistened his entire body. His thighs, lean but muscular, were splayed wide open, giving Ryder a beautiful view of his most favorite things in the world. Remi’s cock was hard, an angry purplish color, and leaking precum. His balls were tight against his body, indicating he was close to shooting his load. Good, Ryder didn’t want to be the only one to embarrass himself with early fireworks.


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