Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Since you didn’t complain that time, I’ll reward you with a distraction.” Giorgio straddled my hips and lowered himself until one of his shiny nipple rings was almost touching my lips. “Play with them.”
No way in hell would I turn that down. I tongued the ring, pulling on it, then sucking his nipple into my mouth. He groaned and murmured encouragement as I kept playing. I risked using a hand to tug on the other ring, making him gasp. He didn’t tell me to stop, so I switched up the attention, using my mouth on his other nipple and toying with the spit-slick ring with my other hand.
Finally, he ordered me to let go, and I watched as he shucked his clothes. He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked himself a few times. Precum glistened at the tip, and I longed to lick it off.
“Turn over,” he ordered.
I stared at him. Was he finally going to fuck me?
“Now.”
I did as he said.
He drew a finger down the seam of my ass brushing over my hole but not pushing inside me. He gripped my hips and tugged. “Ass up, head down.”
I dropped my head onto my folded arms and arched my back deeply. Finally, I heard the sound of him slicking up his cock. A moment later, he brushed the slick tip over my hole. “You’re going to stay perfectly still and take what I give you.”
I groaned as he pushed past the tight ring of muscle. My ass burned inside and out, but it was exactly what I needed. He moved much too slowly, and I bit down on the pillow to keep from screaming for more. I could do this.
“I love watching your ass swallow my cock. It’s so fucking hot.”
I whimpered and pushed back, needing more. So much more.
He tightened his grip on my hips, holding me still. When he bottomed out, he withdrew just as slowly, making me feel every inch.
I felt like I’d been right on the edge of coming for so fucking long. Instead of relieving my need, he was just making it worse.
“Please. What do I have to do to get you to really fuck me? To let me come?”
“You have to be good.”
“I’m trying.”
“You’re trying to convince me.”
“Please. I can’t take this anymore.”
“You can. Show me how good you can be.”
I fisted my hands in the pillow and squeezed, fighting the need to move as he made several more excruciatingly slow strokes.
“See? I knew you could do it.”
“I… Please.”
“I’m going to give you what you need, but I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
I sobbed against the pillow. I was so hard it hurt.
“You’re killing me.”
“Maybe you’ll remember how important it is to listen to me next time.” He ran a hand up my spine and slid his fingers into my hair, using his grip to hold me down as he pulled back and thrust hard. It felt so good. The heat of him inside me was incredible.
He worked me fast and hard, giving me the kind of fuck I craved.
I pushed back into him, unable to help myself. I couldn’t stay still. I couldn’t think. I could hardly breathe. I was nothing but need, want, and sensation.
“So good. You’re doing so good, baby. Your ass feels fucking perfect.”
He reached under me and finally undid the cock ring. When he took my cock in his hand, I whimpered. “Harder. God, I’m so close.”
He slammed into me as he jacked me off with a rough grip. I was right there. I cried out as pleasure crashed through me and the world went dark at the edges. My pulse pounded as he continued to stroke me, and I shot again and again, coating his hand with cum and soaking the sheets.
“Fuck yes. You’re so beautiful.”
I gasped for breath. “Need… need your cum in me.”
“Fuck right you do.”
He took hold of my hips again, keeping me still as he thrust into me ruthlessly. With a hoarse shout, he came. Heat flooded my ass as he pumped his seed into me.
When he was done, he collapsed over me, his weight pushing me flat to the mattress. I lay there under him, trying to remember how to breathe.
I knew my ass hurt, but the pain seemed far away. All I really felt was the comfort of his weight on me. I didn’t want him to move because reality would return, then we would have to talk. I didn’t want to face that.
17
Giorgio
Lane gasped when I raised up and pulled out of his ass.
“Are you okay?” I’d gotten really rough at the end. I knew he liked that, but I didn’t want to have gone too far.
“Yes. A hundred times yes.” He smiled as I gripped his waist and pulled him back up onto his knees. “Sit up. I want to see it.”