Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“C’mere,” I ordered, wishing my voice had more power at the moment, but looking at him with all that defined muscle, miles of sleek, tanned skin, and long, thick cock fully erect, leaking precum, was visual overload.
“What is— What are you—”
“What am I doing?”
He nodded, walking toward the foot of the bed.
“Your words—do you remember what you said?”
He stopped suddenly, and his eyes dipped closed. I watched as the tremble ran through him before he swallowed and his lids lifted slowly, his gaze meeting mine. “Do I remember what I said? No, I don’t remember what I said. I can’t even think right now, let alone recall anything.”
I couldn’t control my smile. “You said you wanted to ride me next time and look into my eyes.”
He took short breaths as he lowered himself onto the bed and, holding my gaze, crawled the length of the mattress up to me.
“Turn around so I can get you nice and ready,” I instructed him. “Lift that beautiful ass of yours up here to my mouth.”
Smallest shake of his head before he lifted to his knees, leaned forward, grabbed hold of the headboard, and threw his left leg over me.
“I wanna fuck you, but I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmured, a moan tumbling from my throat when he reached behind him and took hold of my cock, pressing the leaking head to his entrance.
“Your dick is covered in lube,” he said, his breath hitching as he lowered himself over me inch by inch, slowly taking me deeper and deeper inside his body. “And I love the stretch and the burn, and especially the push.”
But none of that was pain, and so even though I wanted to move, to thrust, to simply stuff him full, I remained still as his rippling muscles resisted the breach, and rode the sensations with him as he lifted up and levered back down, again and again, the rhythmic rise and fall nearly more than I could bear.
Taking hold of his cock with my still slicked hand, I began to stroke him as I had myself, with long pulls, tugging and milking, and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure as his head fell back, his lips parted, and he was fully impaled on my shaft.
“Look at me.”
It took long moments before he could, and when he finally did, his eyes were only open to slits.
“Get both hands on this headboard and ride me,” I demanded, pushing down into the bed before I drove up inside him, making his body twitch in response. “Now.”
His arms stretched out so my head was between them, and then he moved, rocking forward and back so I was fully seated one moment and his channel was clenching around me the next. I didn’t want him to stop.
When he leaned forward and sealed his mouth over mine, tongue tangling and rubbing, I couldn’t concentrate enough to do anything but take hold of his hips and wrench him forward, ramming deep with each thrust.
Turning his head, I heard his staccato breathing and soft whispered moans.
“You can’t look at me the whole time,” I said into his sweaty hair when he let his head drop forward. “Not yet.”
Gentle sound of agreement.
“I wanna fuck you now,” I told him, my voice low and gravelly.
He lifted off me fast, scrambled to the edge of the mattress, turned around, folded his legs under him, knees to his chest, and waited, ready.
I was behind him in seconds, adding no more lube, letting him feel the stretch all over again as I pressed inside him, not stopping, not giving him even a moment.
“You should see my dick sliding into your hole,” I rumbled into his nape before taking a gentle bite of his shoulder. “I’m gonna come just looking at it.”
“I need you to do…what you said.”
Pulling nearly out, making him gasp, I shoved back in, driving to his core.
“Again! Make it hurt.”
I would never hurt him. “You’re mine,” I told him, lying over him, my chest to his back, pushing him down under me on the bed. “I would never hurt what’s mine.”
His body was shivering beneath me, and when I lifted up, I put a hand on his hip, anchoring him against me, holding him still. With the other, I took hold of his hair, lifting his head, arching his back. In that position, I could rut deep, in and out, sliding easily, telling him how beautiful he was, how good he felt, and how he belonged only to me.
“Only to you,” he echoed, his voice cracking on a moan.
Releasing my grip on his hair, I rubbed his scalp for a moment before moving that hand to his chest, straightening him up slowly, until I had one hand around his throat and the other pressing on his abdomen, pushing him back against me. The new angle pulled a sharp gasp from him at the same time his muscles clamped down, clenching so tight, so fast around my length that I couldn’t pull out, I could only push and climax hard, spilling into his body.