Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“I’m almost ready. Maybe one more finger?”
He lifts his head, and I complain with a whine. That must be enough instruction for him because he lowers his head again and does as I ask.
It’s tight, but I’m so worked up, I take it and the sting. I continue to meet his moves with my hips, though they lose the timing, and we’re no longer in sync. Peyton takes my erratic moves in stride, even when I accidently bump his nose with my groin.
I can’t keep this up. The sensation is too much. It’s going to have me coming down his throat instead of while he’s inside me. And I want him inside me.
Screw it. “I’m ready.”
The relief when he pulls off my cock is short-lived because he replaces it with his free hand. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He strokes me hard and slow, but I’m so close, all it does is draw me closer and closer.
“Shit. Yes.” I can’t breathe.
Peyton sits up between my legs, pulling them over his thick thighs. He lines up his cock, and it presses against my hole, but then I tense.
“Fuck. Condom. Where did they go?”
Peyton’s eyes widen, and he pulls back, looking frantically for them on the bed. “Sorry. I totally spaced.”
“It’s okay, so did I.” I hate to ruin the moment, but I don’t want us to do anything either of us will regret once the heat of the moment passes.
“Ah. They fell on the floor.” He leans over and picks them off the floor, tearing into one and rolling it down his thick cock. It’s not a monster dick, but still big enough to make it feel like he’s splitting me in two. That little moment of doubt I usually get at this stage seeps in.
I pass him the lube. “Use some more of that too.”
“You want it to feel like a slip ’n’ slide, huh?”
“Now there’s an image, but yes, basically.”
He stares down at me while stroking himself, spreading a liberal amount of lube over the condom. “Let’s try this again.”
This time, when his dick finds my entrance, I don’t freeze up. I let him slide right inside me, and in this moment, he gives me everything I’ve thought about for four years.
Peyton Miller, California, becoming an artist … It’s a life I never thought I could possibly chase, let alone have.
I hold on tight for the ride and refuse to let go. Because this isn’t just sex.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
peyton
Holy shit. When Brady said having sex with a dude is a lot better than any woman, I thought he only said it because he’s gay. That’s a given in his case. But I can’t deny this is the best sex I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even come yet.
Hell, I could not come at all and still think it was so damn amazing. It’s not the action; it’s not moving inside of Levi that makes it great. It’s how present he is. How he stares up at me with lust in his eyes and his lips parted, like they’re anticipating more.
I want to lean in and kiss him again, but as I slam inside him in the position I’m in—leaning up on my left elbow with my right hand planted firmly next to Levi’s head—I can see every expression on his beautiful face.
Levi might be a Vanderbilt, but it’s only in name. Right now, he looks like debauchery and sin wrapped up in a disheveled socialite. He has never been more attractive to me.
“Pey,” he breathes.
I thrust inside him once more, and he cries out. “What do you need?” I ask.
“Your hand … dick. Friction.”
There’s a joke about me making him lose the ability to speak properly, but I swallow it down for fear of ruining the mood. His skin is a pretty shade of pink, his eyes keep glazing over, and I want to give him anything and everything he wants.
I put my weight on the hand holding me up and reach for his cock with my other one.
“Yes. That,” Levi hisses.
I stroke him, moving my hand in time with my hips, getting faster and faster with each pass.
Levi’s fingers dig into my back, and I know he’s close. His eyes roll back in his head, his body tenses, and then warmth fills my hand. He falls apart beneath me, grunting through his release.
My cock throbs as I keep going, making sure he gets everything he possibly can out of his orgasm. His ass is so tight, and I have to grip the comforter to stop my hand from slipping as I thrust harder and faster.
Levi doesn’t let me go, just continues to hold on while I keep fucking him. He meets my every move with his hips. Takes all of me. And just when I think I could keep going all night, my orgasm slams into me harder than a defensive end sacking me.