Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Heat unfurled in me, and then I was a man possessed by the need to be touched. One hand gripping me, the other slowly stroking my erection, and him licking slowly. I was overheated and antsy with the urge to demand more while another part of me loved this tease. When he took his time undoing me until I was bleary-eyed and out of breath and splayed out so he could continue exploring my body, I wondered why no one else had ever taken this time getting to know every inch of my skin. Why was it the guy I had no business being in bed with?
My dick was throbbing by the time Gavin mapped his way back up the knots of my spine with his mouth. I was breathing hard, eyes shut, and wanting nothing more than for him to slide into me. His tongue was just an appetizer for the main event. For me, that’s what it was. He’d admitted to not being super into the receiving end of anal sex, and that was more than fine with me. I fucking loved it. And that he was so strong that he could guide me into whatever position he wanted made it even better.
Gavin lined up our bodies so I was hunched forward with him plastered to my back. I’d just showered, but I was sweaty already. His skin stuck to mine as he breathed hard in my ear, licking the ridge, while he positioned his dick to line up with my ass. He pushed in slow and steady, and by now I was ready for the burn of that stretch as well as the heady feeling I got from being so goddamn full. I’d never had a guy go in me so deep, and it would have been painful if he didn’t know what he was doing. Thankfully, Gavin wasn’t a fan of jackhammer fucking. He thrusted steady, angled just right, and nudged me into a messy, trembling wreck before he worked his way up to full speed.
This time, he did it while pushing my thighs open wider, which led to my dick aligning with the sheet and dragging against it with each of his thrusts. I rocked my hips, mouth hanging open, and let the friction tease me. Forget feeling overheated—my body was an inferno. I fisted my hands to support my weight and turned my head so I could see his face. I only got a glimpse of dilated golden eyes and messy hair before he gave me the reach around again, grabbing hold of my cock and pumping me into delirium. Each tug squeezed out a moan, and each time he twisted his hand over the tip and dragged his thumb along the slit he teased out a drop of come.
“God, I love fucking you,” he said hoarsely in my ear. “Never wanna stop.”
“Please don’t. I’d die happy with your dick in me.”
Gavin released a husky laugh, then proceeded to pull out and flip me onto my back as if I weighed nothing. I hadn’t even reacted to my new position before he was jerking me forward with my thighs pressed down and open. I grabbed my own dick, jerking it as he teased my ass with the sticky head of his cock. Our eyes locked.
He sheathed himself in me with one sharp thrust, but I could tell he was almost at his peak. With his pale skin flushed red, his brows knotted up and mouth gaping, he propelled out of his torturously steady pace into a hard fucking that ended too fast. Before I was ready for it to end, he was moaning as he came. But watching him come was so damn beautiful. The way his eyes rolled back and the delightfully broken sounds he made, as if each time was a surprise.
And the primal part of me that loved having our sweat and come everywhere loved that we could do this raw. Gavin pulled out, still panting, and used his still-swollen dick to smear his come all over my ass and even up to my erection. I shivered. I squeezed my eyes shut and jacked myself while he kept playing with my ass, alternating between his dick and his fingers while I grew increasingly louder.
My hearing muffled as the pressure built. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked me until I was crying out gibberish and shooting so hard it probably hit the ceiling. The come down was slow considering it felt like I’d just been hit by an orgasm freight train, but I did notice that Gavin’s body language was wrong. There was no sprawling on top of me complete with lazy kisses. He’d completely frozen.
And when I looked up through damp eyelashes, I saw why.
Joe was framed in the doorway of the guest room, and he looked pissed.