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)
But all he got was Frank turning off the toy, then pulling it out. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked and left the ice cube to melt on Ezra’s stomach as he got another one and, like some absolute madman, wrapped his fingers around Ezra’s cock with the smooth bit of ice in his palm.
It was like being burned, but by freezing cold, and he cried out, twisting so rapidly Frank had to catch him when he found himself too close to the edge of the table. His mind was a tumble of shapes and colors keeping him at Frank’s mercy like misshapen guard dogs.
“No… no… please.”
“No? You can tell me to stop and untie you, you know?” he reminded Ezra, with a whole new level of cruelty.
Ezra didn’t want it to stop. He wanted everything Frank wanted to give and to satisfy all his cravings. Yet in the moment, his body was in sensation overload. He turned into a moaning mess, melting at his man’s touch.
Frank pulled the wet, cold ice away from Ezra’s softening cock, but then trailed the cube down his balls, over the taint, and all the way to Ezra’s stretched and overheated pucker.
Every muscle and tendon in his body went rigid, and while he hated the idea of it slipping inside him, a part of him was curious, and if that was what Frank wanted to see then why not let him? Would he feel numb once it turned into cool water?
He whimpered Frank’s name and stilled in anticipation, existing only to feel.
Frank twisted the ice against Ezra’s pucker but didn’t push it in.
Thank God.
Ezra wouldn’t have chosen this, he wouldn’t have played with himself this way. And yet there was something liberating about allowing Frank to use his body in whatever way he pleased.
A rattle suggested that the ice ball landed on the floor.
Frank hummed and Ezra thought he’d be getting fingered again, but the thick girth of the hot flesh pressing against his opening awoke him to the realization that it was Frank’s dick.
“It is cooled down…” Frank whispered and kissed Ezra’s thigh. “Can’t have that for too long.”
“No… I mean yes. Yes. Yes, Frank,” Ezra mumbled as his senses went crazy from the onslaught of stimulation. There was just one thing he wanted right now, and it seemed he was on the verge of getting it.
Frank’s lube-slicked fingers felt so big around Ezra’s half-hard prick, waking it up to arousal as the wide cockhead insistently pressed against his hole.
“Is that hot enough?” Frank asked, leaving Ezra confused by the unexpected question.
But then… yes. It was getting hot.
Frank must have used heating lube, because sparks erupted wherever it got spread.
“No,” Ezra whispered in an embarrassingly broken voice, “it’s not enough. I’m still cold inside. So cold.”
The blunt head of Frank’s cock was already pressing on his opening but not hard enough to breach it. Frank had no business having this much self-control around a beauty like Ezra, no matter how unexpectedly delicious it was to be teased.
“Guess I gotta warm you from the inside too,” Frank said, but there was a rasp to his voice this time. He was losing it at least a little, and that gave Ezra all the satisfaction he needed.
Just as a silly smile bloomed on his lips, Frank grabbed Ezra’s hips and pulled him to the edge of the table, stabbing all the way into Ezra in the process.
“So fucking good!” Frank uttered, squeezing Ezra’s stiff cock.
It all happened so fast Ezra initially gasped for air, but when his mind caught up with reality and understood that Frank was inside him, a howl erupted from deep in his chest. He could sense every square inch of the shaft and the cushion of pubes against his buttocks as he yielded, trembling in response to this utterly satisfying moment.
“Oh yes. Yes. Yes.”
“How are… you… this… perfect?” Frank asked, accentuating each word with a thrust of his hips.
Ezra’s cock throbbed with heat in Frank’s grip, leaking pre-cum all over his stomach, but Frank’s dick was the main event. Each forceful thrust reminded Ezra how much he’d missed this, and after all the foreplay, he felt as if his hole was primed for cock and ready to feel the intense pleasure of Frank’s dick prodding at his prostate over and over.
It was indescribable. Sex with Frank had always been amazing, but something about the restraints, the darkness, and the inevitability of whatever was happening to Ezra turned every single sensation to the maximum setting, leaving him scrambling for sanity as Frank started riding him in deep jabs. He didn’t seem in a hurry, pushing in fast yet retreating at an agonizing pace, but Ezra was one with the experience, listening to his man’s soft grunts and the slap of flesh. He was burning, yet when Frank took hold of the harness to keep his body from slipping away, Ezra truly felt his. He belonged to Frank all the way to the bone.