Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Laurent sounded sad again and Paul didn’t want that.
“All right then.” He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between the other man’s thighs. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he murmured, catching and holding Laurent’s gaze with his own. “Gonna fill you up with my cock and ride you hard. Is that what you want, babe?” The rough endearment sounded right as he said it and it seemed to go straight to Laurent’s heart because his eyes softened.
“That is exactly what I want, mon amour. Do not wait any longer—take me. ”
The soft words of encouragement and lust drove Paul over the edge. Thrusting forward, he entered in one long, slow slide. Laurent’s body opened to receive him and gripped him like a slick fist. “Dios, you’re tight.”
“And you’re even larger than I thought.” Laurent’s eyes were closed tight and he wiggled a little, as though trying to get more comfortable.
“You okay?” Paul asked him anxiously. He was dying to thrust—every instinct he had was shouting that he needed to do this now, needed to take Laurent and make him his own. But he forced himself to hold back.
Laurent opened his eyes. “I am fine. I just had to…adjust to your girth.”
“Maybe this is a bad idea.” Paul started to withdraw but Laurent gripped his forearms.
“Don’t. I want this—need it. We both do.”
“Yeah, but if I’m hurting you…”
“You are much more likely to wound my heart than my body.” Laurent’s voice was quiet.
“I’m sorry.” Paul frowned as he fought to restrain himself. “I-I’ll try to take it easy on you.”
“No.” Laurent shifted in a deliberate way and Paul had to bite back a groan as the hot, velvety sheath of the other man’s body caressed the entire length of his cock. “If this is to be our only time together, then let us make it count.” Laurent’s breathing was erratic, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Fuck me, Paul. Really fuck me and don’t hold anything back.”
“You’re serious?” Paul grabbed the other man’s slim hips and looked into his eyes.
“Because I really want to pound you right now. So don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”
“I mean it.” Laurent shifted his body again, his eyes blazing with need. “Do it, Paul.
Do it now.”
“You asked for it, babe.” At last Paul gave in to the hunger inside him, the need to thrust, to take, to claim. The need to fuck and not just to fuck anyone—to fuck another man. To fuck Laurent. When he pulled almost all the way out of the tight, hot sheath and then thrust back in as hard as he could, it was like coming home. Like he’d been waiting for this moment all his life. But it’s not just that I’ve been waiting to do it with another guy. It’s something about Laurent. Feels so right…so true.
He couldn’t explain the feelings, even to himself, but he was past caring. All his energy and desire were poured into fucking, into driving himself as deeply into Laurent’s unresisting body as he could.
Laurent moaned and fucked back, thrusting in time to the rough rhythm Paul had established. His face was twisted with pleasure and pain, his lean form straining under Paul’s weight, taking everything Paul had to give and more. Paul thought he had never seen a more beautiful or erotic sight in his whole life.
“Paul… mon amour… Yes…yes, take me! Fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you. Fuck you so hard you’ll never forget me.” The words seemed torn from his lips and still he couldn’t stop. He’d never fucked like this before, never thrown all caution to the wind and just allowed himself to pound the body under his. Then again, he’d never fucked another man, which probably had something to do with it.
Women felt breakable, as though they might shatter if he gave in to his baser instincts.
But Laurent…well, Paul knew exactly how strong the vampire was and exactly how much he could take—everything Paul had to give. He was stretched tight around Paul’s cock, his head thrown back and his fingers digging into Paul’s shoulders as he begged for more, harder, deeper. Paul was more than happy to oblige him.
Looking down, he saw that Laurent was hard again, his slender cock throbbing for release between them. Without missing a stroke, Paul fisted it and began to pump.
That’s right, babe. Wanna make you feel good. Make you come again when I do. And from the intense pleasure building between his legs, that wouldn’t be long.
Laurent seemed to be right on the edge as well because he looked up and nodded at Paul. “Now, mon amour. Now when we are both on the edge. I must drink from you while you come inside me.”
And though Paul never wanted to let another man penetrate him, he leaned down eagerly and offered the side of his throat to the vampire. This is different. Having his fangs in me isn’t the same as his cock—not at all. The fleeting thought and the uncertainty that accompanied it was pushed aside when he felt the soft brush of lips against his skin.