Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Good. And you’re ready when I say.” Even though he’d denied my request, he was still much faster than usual. He didn’t tease as much as he went from one to two fingers, scissoring in between deeper forays against my prostate. I rested my head on his broad chest and reveled in how damn good this sort of caretaking felt as well.
“Please, Daddy. Want it,” I begged. Even this pace wasn’t fast enough, and he had me slick enough that while his big cock might burn, it wasn’t going to truly hurt.
“Greedy boy.” Removing his fingers, he slicked up his cock and held it steady while I positioned myself. “Nice and slow now. Work yourself open on my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I lowered myself down with shallow movements, taking a little, then retreating only to try for more, similar to how I enjoyed working up to taking more and more of his cock when blowing him.
“Fuck. Overachiever. And your face is so fucking sexy. So determined.”
“Oh, I’m determined.” I groaned as I finally slid more of his deep, broad cockhead exactly where I needed it, and rocked my hips, searching for the perfect combination of pressure inside and friction for my cock outside.
“Slow. Make it last.” Adam screwed his eyes shut, mouth a thin line. “Feels too damn good, bare like this and you all over me.”
“Bet I can make you want to go for doubles later.” With another deliberate movement, I brought myself flush with his thighs, as deep as I could take him, reveling in his moan.
“Come kiss me with that smart mouth, boy.” Guiding my shoulders down, he claimed my mouth.
“That.” Even my breath was shaky against his lips as the perfection of his kiss turned out to be the missing piece. My body was full, the sort of fullness that found every spot that had been secretly craving this for years. And that fullness made me need to rut artlessly against him as we kissed and kissed, my cock trapped between us, sticky friction so good I kept gasping.
Every time I tried to speed up too much, however, he stayed my movements with firm hands on my ass.
“Please, Daddy.” My voice had the whiny tone it only ever reached around him, my mind tumbling into the place where all I was, all I had to be, was his boy. Any judgments I had about myself and needing the kink slipped away. I existed simply for this, for him. “Want to go faster.”
“Yeah?” His breathing was as hard as mine, and my power over him made me tremble, even as he loosened his grip. “Show me. Show me what you want.”
“Yes.” Freed, the last of my inhibitions disappeared as I kissed him and moved hard and fast, pushing my cock into his stomach as I ground my ass down on his cock. I used every trick I knew and several I made up on the spot to try to get him there with me. “This. Want you. Fuck. I’m close, Daddy. But want you to come too.”
“Tell me.” Eyes open again, he tipped his head back against the pillows, expression intent.
“Need you. Need your come,” I begged, shameless now. I wanted this to last, but my body was too loudly demanding, too greedy. I wanted it all, the rush of orgasm and him coming undone as well. “Please. Please. Daddy.”
“That’s it, Quinn. Such a good boy. So good for me.” His praise felt more potent than any drink he could mix up, and I moved even more urgently, pleasure coming in wild waves like a winter storm I couldn’t hold off.
“Daddy. Coming.” My cock twitched and spurted between us, climax winning without either of our permission, but he didn’t seem to mind too much, moaning and moving my shuddering body as he pumped up into me.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His big body thrashed under me as he came too, hot surge inside me, its primal perfection enough to make me moan right along with him. As we both started to slow our breathing back down, he petted my back and stopped me when I would have moved to disentangle our bodies. “No. Stay a minute.”
“Oh. This is nice.” I hadn’t ever thought about it, but without a condom, there was no hurry. Staying connected stretched out the afterglow, made me feel floaty and powerfully sexy at the same time. I liked the earthy primal-ness of it too, his cock holding his come inside me as we traded slow, sleepy kisses.
“Quinn?”
“Yes, Daddy?” In that moment, I would have given him anything, but I also trusted him to not ask for more than I could safely give.
“I choose you.” His eyes were solemn yet full of affection, and other words hung between us, probably better left unsaid because this alone was terrifying enough, Adam choosing me and needing me to believe him that I was a priority.