Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Here and now, Ezra pushed the dishes to the floor, not caring if they broke.
The rattle and clatter of cutlery infused Frank with a sense of urgency. Which was madness because they’d fucked an hour ago. He just couldn’t get enough.
When Ezra laid back on the table in all his glory, wet hair spread around his head, his lean, muscular body arching in expectation, Frank thrust his bare dick in. and even his gums pulsed with pleasure as he held Ezra’s thighs open and drilled into him without mercy.
Ezra didn’t want mercy. He wanted a thick cock inside of him.
His lover arched on the table, his mouth opening wide, fighting for air as he clutched one hand on the edge of the tabletop and pulled the other down Frank’s chest, biting him with his nails. A hiss left his wonderful lips, then a hoarse gasp, and finally a low moan when his heels dug into the small of Frank’s back.
The world pulsed with blurry colors, and Frank could swear he heard Ezra’s heartbeat as that tight body opened for his cock.
He leaned down, grabbing Ezra’s hip with one hand, and keeping himself up with the other. “You’re a vision when I’m inside you,” Frank muttered, riding the tight hole with an urgency he’d never felt before. He both didn’t want this to end and needed to come inside Ezra.
But as much as he craved this connection, he watched Ezra for reactions, admired every twitch of his muscles, and then moved his hand to Ezra’s cock, because his biggest turn-on was giving pleasure. Seeing a man come, warm seed dripping from his dick, face flushed, mouth open in a moan was the hottest thing for Frank.
Seeing Ezra in that state? That was what got him addicted and spending so much money he didn’t even want to account for it.
“And you’re a beast when you’re fucking me,” Ezra whispered through his teeth, moving with the table as Frank slammed into him over and over, transforming his composed beauty into the lusty demon he existed as now. “You feel good every single time.”
His words went straight to Frank’s head, and he hammered into him faster, prompting his lover to squeeze his eyes shut and roll his head over the tabletop, as if he couldn’t contain the sensations passing through his body.
“Every. Single. Time?” Frank teased, slamming in hard to punctuate those words, as he rubbed Ezra’s gorgeous dick without rhythm to prolong his pleasure.
He leaned lower to lick the delicious sweat forming between Ezra’s pecs. He needed to remember every second of this night.
Ezra nodded, again holding Frank’s face and meeting his gaze. “Every single time. You are so good,” he rasped as his hot insides milked Frank’s cock, making his head spin.
Those words made Frank’s arousal skyrocket, and just the thought that his pre-cum was now lubricating Ezra had him move faster. He tightened his grip on Ezra’s cock and stroked it at the same frantic pace. They fit together so well, and the smooth inner muscles seemed to caress Frank’s dick every time it pushed in.
His mouth couldn’t get enough, either and he rubbed his cheek against the pec, then nipped at the stiff nipple. With Ezra, he could be his most primal self, and when his lover pulled him close, arching his torso toward him, Frank let the monster overcome him and bit down on the hot flesh before sucking the smooth skin.
Ezra whimpered, but instead of pushing him away, he dug his fingers into Frank’s shoulders, keeping him there for a moment longer. “Oh God. Yes. Frank...”
"That's it. Come for me, baby. Fuck my hand like it's yours. Ride my cock while you're at it, needy boy."
Ezra’s eyes rolled back and he rocked his hips, making his abs stiffen as he did what Frank asked, not even trying to contain his pleasure. His voice was the most beautiful melody Frank ever heard, reaching a crescendo when cum jetted from his dick, slicking Frank’s fist and painting Ezra’s flushed chest.
He’d take this fucking image to the grave with him, and no one needed to know. This was his only. Ezra had never agreed to bondage, but when Frank moved his hands to trap Ezra’s wrists above his head, there wasn’t a single complaint, just desperate panting to accompany the last bit of cum jutting out of Ezra’s cock.
If Ezra liked a beast, Frank wouldn’t hold back.
He squeezed Ezra’s wrists and unleashed an onslaught of thrusts, focused on coming inside that angelic body throbbing with heat around his dick.
“Keep your legs wrapped around me,” he rasped when Ezra’s grip on him seemed to weaken.
The lovely thighs immediately pressed to his sides, and Ezra opened his eyes wide, flinching slightly yet not telling Frank off for fucking him so hard. “Yes...I just... it’s so much.”