Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
With my hand in his hair, I pulled him off me. Finley whined as if I’d taken his favorite treat from him. “Can you take it harder? Can you handle it if I fuck your throat? Not too much, but just more than I’m giving you now?” I knew he wouldn’t be able to take it like other men I was used to. It was something we would have to work on, but I wanted everything he could give me tonight.
“God, yes. Anything you want. Everything.” He was so beautiful, so passionate in his need to serve me, to please me, he stole my breath. I looked down at him for a moment, just taking him in. His blond hair in my fist. His gentle features and cheekbones. Those blue eyes that couldn’t hide anything from me.
And I wanted to make him cry…to make him weep for me. “I might make you cry.”
“Everything,” he said again.
I nodded. “Tap three times on my right thigh if you need me to stop, like this.” I did it to myself to show him. “And on my left if you need me to slow down. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The second the words left his mouth, I shoved my cock inside. Finley choked instantly…then moaned around me. He was struggling some, and I didn’t go as far as I could, but since he wasn’t tapping, I trusted him that I could keep going. I used his mouth, choking him, savoring the gurgles, the mumbles, and his spit sloshing around in his throat.
When he tapped on my left thigh three times, I pulled back, stroked his face, rubbed my thumb over his red lips. “You’re being such a good hole for me, giving yourself to me so wonderfully.”
Finley grinned, his smile wide and bright and proud. Christ, it was awe-inspiring, the way he reveled in what he gave me. “Are you ready to go again?”
“Yes.”
I continued using his mouth, making him gag and saliva run down his chin. Tears spilled from his eyes, and he looked up at me adoringly, as if I had given him the moon. It was the most incredible sight I had ever seen.
“I’m going to come, and I want you to swallow it all. Don’t spill a drop or I won’t be happy. Once it’s in your belly, wrap your hand around your cock and stroke until you come.”
He nodded, mouth full of dick, and I slammed in again. My balls emptied, my load shooting from them and spilling into his eager mouth. Finley swallowed every bit hungrily, then pushed his underwear down and got one good touch in before he shot his load too.
“What do you do with your cum?” I asked. He licked it from his hand, then bent and swiped his tongue across the cum that had gotten on my shoe. Christ, what an exquisite boy he was. “You were so good for me, Finley. Such a good boy. I’m very proud of you.”
“Thank you.”
“How do you feel?” I asked, dancing my fingers along his cheek.
He gave me another one of those pure, happy smiles, his eyes glassy. “Perfect. Like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be.”
“Come here,” I told him, and he crawled into my lap, wrapped his arms around me, and cried.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Finley
I had no idea why I was crying, but there was something cathartic in it. I obviously needed it, and Aidan didn’t seem to mind, so I just…let go. He held me and stroked my back and my hair, praising me over and over and telling me he was there, that he had me, and I knew he did. There was nowhere I felt safer, more cared for, than with him. I would never have to worry about anything as long as I had him.
I didn’t know how long I cried. The world felt fuzzy and like time was running differently. I knew the chair couldn’t be comfortable for him like this, but Aidan didn’t complain, and I didn’t want to ever leave this spot if I didn’t have to.
Eventually my tears dried up, and we were just sitting there together, breathing together. His body tensed a bit, and I was afraid he was going to tell me to get off him, say we couldn’t do this or that I hadn’t been good enough for him, but then I remembered how he told me I was a good boy and said I did well for him, and there was no one in the world I believed like I did Aidan.
“I think I owe you an explanation for tonight.” His voice was steady and calm as ever. He carried life on his shoulders, brave and strong, never wavering. It was why I’d been so shaken when I saw him tonight. Aidan had been in pain…hurting and lost, and I’d wanted to be there for him the way he was always there for me.