Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked.
He nodded frantically.
“Lay back.”
He positioned himself on the bench, prone, and I gave one of his thighs a light slap. “Get them up.”
There was a moment of confusion on his end, but he raised his legs a little. I pushed his knees to his chest. “Hold them.”
I made him wait that way while I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off over my head. I took my time stepping out of my shoes and taking down my trousers. And when I was completely naked, I stood back, watching him as his eyes roved hungrily over me. I stroked my cock, the way I wasn’t allowing him to stroke his, and rolled a condom down my length.
With his hands beneath his knees and his legs up and apart, he was entirely vulnerable to me. I gave the plug in his ass a few twists before I pulled it out, reveling in his hisses and groans. The lube I’d used on the plug wasn’t sufficient; I slid another applicator into his ass and pushed the plunger. The sound he made as the cold lube squirted inside him was delightful. There was no such thing as too much, so I grabbed another applicator and emptied it into him before pumping lube from the bottle and slicking it over myself.
“Do you want it slow?” I asked, kneeling on the bench and rubbing my tip against his hole.
He tried to squirm onto me. “No. Just put it in. Fuck, just do it.”
“It might hurt,” I pressed forward, feeling the slight resistance give way. “I’m big.”
“I’m not afraid, man, fuck me!” he shouted.
I gave him what he wanted. I gave him the whole thing in one hard thrust.
He immediately appeared to change his mind. The guttural groan that escaped him sounded far more like pain then pleasure.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I slowly withdrew until only the head of me remained inside. “Should I take it out?”
He shook his head, lips compressed into a thin white line, perspiration of a different kind standing out on his forehead. He was a tough guy, and he didn’t want to be broken.
I wanted to break him.
I pushed deep again and set up a punishing rhythm, and finally, finally I took his cock between my lubed-up hands. He’d gone a little soft; I brought him back to the excruciating, throbbing hardness he’d had before. His breathing accelerated. His muscles went taut. “I’m gonna—”
He curled up from the bench, still holding onto his legs to keep them up and wide, and he let out a howl of pure relief that I was sure could be heard outside despite the soundproofing foam in the walls. I only had to pump him a couple of strokes before he shot thick slashes of cum across his belly and chest. I kept stroking him, keeping time to every slap of my hips against his ass, polishing the ruby head of his tortured cock while he thrashed and panted.
I wouldn’t last long, and I knew it. It was too gratifying, too fucking hot to have reduced him to a whimpering, pleading mass of over-sensitized flesh.
“You know your word,” I reminded him. “You just have to say ‘red’ and it will all be over.”
“Fuck you!” he barked at me, then whined pathetically and gritted his teeth as I gave a particularly vicious twist around his cock head.
I was nearly at the edge, trying my best to make it last for him but knowing all the way I was going to fail miserably. I stroked him faster, felt him tense up again.
“I can’t do it twice,” he panted, pleading.
But he could, and he did, gasping at the agonizing pleasure as more cum oozed from his tip to roll over the back of my hand. I lifted my fingers to my mouth, holding his gaze as I licked them clean.
There was no way to prolong things now. Not with the taste of him on my mouth and the tight ring of his ass sliding back and forth on my shaft. I pumped into him harder and let go with a low grunt, driving deep and staying there until my cock finished twitching and pulsing.
I raised my head and gave him a slanted smile. “Well, congratulations. You’ve been with a man now.”
He laughed and ran a hand over his stubbly short hair. “You might have ruined me for other guys, though.”
That was exactly what I liked to hear.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
(Matthew)
Before I left the castle, I checked in with security.
“Is she still here?” I asked, slipping through the “staff only” door in the lobby.
The woman at the desk looked up from the video screens she monitored with a bored look that became all business at the sight of me. “No, they drove her up to the house, sir.”