Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Mike greased his dick next, his thumb going in and out of Arden’s hole as they stared at one another while the bed was consumed by fire. “Your body is made for sitting on this dick. I’m gonna pump you so full of my spunk you’ll feel its flavor all the way in your mouth,” he rasped and stuffed a pillow under Arden’s hips.
Arden’s face was hot enough to fry eggs on. “I wish I had another you so I could suck your cock at the same time.” He held his legs under the knees, wide open to Mike and ready to give him the ride of his life.
“Maybe next time I’ll have you fuck yourself with a vibrator as you suck me, and you’ll imagine my doppelganger is the one doing you from behind.”
Arden let out the softest mewl when the head pressed against his hole, and Mike looked at him, his eyes lowering as if he were worried, but when Arden dragged his palms down the lion tattoo, the pressure increased, and Arden’s body opened to it, letting Mike in.
He’d missed this kind of sex, but it also felt new. He had a connection with Mike that he hadn’t shared with any of his previous partners. He wanted to join emotionally as well as have this man’s flesh deep inside and give him pleasure.
“Yes…” Arden whispered, but he’d have said yes to anything at that moment, because all he could focus on was Mike’s tool slowly drilling into him. “Hard and fast, Mike. Don’t hold back. I wanna drip with your spunk.”
“Yeah? That’s what you want, baby? A flesh jackhammer?” Mike asked, pushing his arms under Arden’s head to cradle him as their hips kissed. Sweat shone on his cheeks, and Arden could taste it on Mike’s lips too, but all those sensations melted into a sense of joy when Mike held him, and nothing about that felt threatening.
He’d have bet his right arm that if he said he changed his mind, Mike would have pulled away. He was considerate that way. But he wouldn’t tell Mike to stop. Because he wanted this—this sense of warm fullness and Mike’s eyes on him. He wanted it more than anything in the world.
“Fuck yes.” He wrapped his legs around Mike’s hips and held on to his shoulders. “You have no idea what you started here,” he whispered into Mike’s ear and licked it. “My hole is so greedy for a plowing.” Arden clenched his ass to drive that point home, and Mike pulled back, dragging his meat through Arden’s hole until it almost felt as if he might pull out altogether. He thrust back in before Arden could have voiced a word of protest, the firm move triggering fireworks inside Arden’s skull.
Mike’s eyes remained wide open despite the growing flush on his cheeks and torso, his gaze pinning Arden in place as he entered him faster next time. He did it at an angle that didn’t stimulate Arden’s prostate quite right, but he would learn how to fuck a guy in due time, and the penetration itself felt so good he wanted Mike to just enjoy himself.
“You’ve neglected yourself. You’re gonna go all crazy now and lift your skirt every time you have an itch,” Mike whispered, somehow with both tenderness and lust.
Arden pulled on Mike’s lip with his teeth. “Let’s just hope you’re there to scratch it or I might have to use someone else to jackhammer my tight, greedy holes.” He loved talking dirty with a lover, but he had to feel safe to do that. Some guys took things too literally, and that created problems for him more than once in the past. But Mike understood what this was, and Arden could unleash his mouth and leave self-consciousness out the door.
Mike gasped. “What if I watched?” he whispered and kissed Arden’s lips as he thrust again, so hard Arden’s body got dragged closer to the headboard.
As the thrusts sped up, Arden’s speech was interrupted with moans, but the fantasy turned him on too much to give up on letting his mouth loose. “You wouldn’t. You’d be too horny watching me pounded. You’d come over and fuck my mouth while the other guy had me from behind, legs spread wide.”
“Fuck, baby. I would have. I so would have. You have the tastiest ass I’ve ever eaten. The best mouth hole. The cutest dick. The prettiest face,” Mike whispered, leaning forward so he trapped Arden folded like a pretzel and used gravity as leverage to slam in even harder.
Arden wanted to spin the tale further, tell Mike how he’d turn around after the stranger was done and let Mike fuck his hole too, but he couldn’t speak anymore, reduced to a moaning mess. He held on to this man, who was so strong and brave, a hot head always up for a challenge, yet also tender and sweet in the most surprising ways.