Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
At my obliques, he licked a wet path over to my needy cock, twitching for his touch. But he denied me. His nose tickled and nuzzled the hair there until his mouth reached my sac. Oh fuck, he was wicked, drawing each ball into his mouth, melding and molding them until my world centered right there between my legs.
I gripped the sheets, fisting the fabric as my ass pitched forward, wanting Dash’s undivided attention there. Jeez, I’d been with Dash so many times, but somehow, he played my body like his own personal instrument, taking me to the brink over and over again. I was still head over heels in love with my guy.
“Dashing,” I whispered the loving nickname that finally stuck. “It’s been too long. I need to come. Take me there.” The words came with a hint of a warning to help keep him focused.
With a sigh, Dash sat up and reached for the lube on the nightstand, getting to his knees. He scooted between my parted thighs. Then he drizzled the slick on his fingers before tossing the bottle aside. He stared at me the entire time. His movements sure, his need evident in his darkening blue gaze.
Dash massaged his slick fingers over my perineum, sending waves of tingles racing along my entire body. His cool breath puffed over my heated skin. I gripped the back of my thighs, my body tensing as a guttural moan escaped. Dash, though, was the conductor, guiding my body to play the symphony he created. A cool slickness swiped over my hole, the tender flesh took his thumb like it was meant to be there. With a quick intake of breath, I rolled my hips, my body vibrating with urgency. The hold I had on my orgasm was slipping.
He used his fingers and tongue to relax my hole. My feet dug into the mattress as he added two fingers, pumping them in and out of me. My body gripped his digits, easily drawing them inside. He curled the tips of his fingers to rub against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Fuck, man, he did it for me in every way. My cock leaked in earnest.
“Baby, please.” My plea came out breathless and needy.
“I wanna make this good for you,” Dash said, drizzling more lube at my hole, adding a third or fourth finger.
“It is,” I hissed. “I’m ready.”
“Look at me, Beau. Watch me enter you.” Situating himself as he gripped his own cock, Dash’s eyes locked with mine. He panted as he pushed the tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscle he’d worked to relax.
The sweet way he had about making love to me had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Ecstasy sent fireworks shooting off behind my lids when Dash fully seated inside me.
Home. My world came together. We were finally home again.
Dash’s pleasure-filled moan sent goose bumps shimmering along my nerve endings.
Dash pushed my thighs to my chest. I gripped my hamstrings to keep them in place. His body came over mine, his hand locking on my shoulder, keeping me right where he wanted me. My vision dimmed. His breath rushed out of him as he sank back and forth into me. Heat engulfed me into all that scorching, mind-numbing pleasure.
“God, you feel good,” Dash murmured, pushing through my legs to drop his forehead to my chest. My ankles crossed at his ass. He fit so perfectly as if I was made just for him.
“Fuck me, Dash.” Those blue eyes were almost a steel color now. Dash was my foundation. He kept me grounded. I grasped Dash’s head as I wrapped a leg around his body. My heel dug into the fleshy rounds of his ass, pushing Dash to move faster.
“I love you,” Dash whispered, his head lifted to stare me in the eyes. His hand reverently gripped my cock. I tangled my fingers into his hair, tugging him fully down to me, welding our mouths together in a rough, satisfying kiss. A tongue-tangling, teeth-clashing kiss that urged him to pump faster into me.
I clenched around his body, the strain becoming too much to bear. Fuck, Dash canted his hips, his hand pumping my cock to the rhythm he created. He thrust harder as he plundered my ass.
Dash’s throaty moans were addictive. I loved drawing the guttural, wild sounds from my guy. His gaze met mine. Something deep exchanged in our stare. Dash’s hips faltered. “My love…”
Dash pulled out then slammed back into me over and over again. My body trembled, and I took over the stroking of my cock. My legs trembled from exertion. Fuck, I was close. My balls ached to be emptied. Liquid fire raced through my veins, sweat beaded my brow, my hips lifted to meet each thrust…
Nothing had ever felt as good as having Dash balls deep inside my ass. For these moments, we were one.