Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“Please,” I begged, reaching for his waistband. He made quick work of disrobing as I pushed out of my underwear so that we were standing bare before each other, both of our cocks full and flushed between us.
I wasn’t sure who stepped forward first, but our lips crashed together, our hands groping and searching, for what I didn’t know, but it was like our lives depended on it. We were clumsy as we devoured each other, eventually landing on the edge of the bed.
He reluctantly pulled away and padded to the nightstand for lube and a condom. “Lie down for me.”
I scooted back toward the pillow without hesitation. I liked this side of him. Confident and self-assured. It was everything I needed. I wanted to blot out all my thoughts and just feel.
The mattress dipped as Lachlan kneeled near me, then nudged my legs apart. He opened the bottle of lube, and I watched as he coated his finger, then reached behind my balls to rub it over my hole. I flinched at the cold sensation, and gritted my teeth as he worked the tip of his finger inside.
“It’s okay if you change your mind,” Lachlan said, and I shook my head hard, looking him straight in the eye.
To emphasize the point, I lifted my knees to my shoulders to give him better access. He swore under his breath as he took me in, his fingertips brushing along the vein in my cock, then down farther, where his thumb circled my rim.
I moaned when he leaned forward and fluttered his tongue over my sac, my bones practically liquefying as he sucked one of my balls while simultaneously pushing his digit deeper and fucking me with it.
“Give me two fingers.” I was impatient, wanting to feel him inside me right that instant, even knowing the prep time was important too.
“Bossy,” he mused as he pushed a second finger inside. And there it was, that burn that was threaded with pleasure as he moved his fingers just enough to rub against my prostate.
“Ah, fuck.” I trembled, my eyes rolling back, because it felt like too much and not enough at the same time. I propped one foot on his shoulder as if to push him away while simultaneously tugging at his hair to keep him closer.
And then electricity zapped through my veins when I felt my cock slide inside the heat of his mouth. My mind became a wasteland of pure sensation. Lachlan sucked me expertly, pushed his fingers deeper, and I fisted the sheets and squirmed beneath him. I felt completely flayed open but couldn’t find it in me to protest.
“Fuck, I can’t stop watching you,” Lachlan murmured against my hip bone. “You’re so beautiful.”
I heard him, and opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out except a long moan. All I could manage was to feel every last thing he was doing to me with his hands and mouth.
Lachlan kept his fingers inside me as he towered over me, then leaned forward to kiss me. It was sloppy as our mouths collided and our teeth clanked. But I was greedy for it as I sucked his tongue, making him moan. I cupped his face and kept him right where I wanted him until he was breathless.
I watched as he drew back a bit dazed and reached for the condom. He opened it and rolled it down his stiff shaft. The lube was next, and he slicked it down his cock and then used his fingers to add some to my hole. I clenched on instinct, needing to feel that fullness again. I wanted it so fucking bad, I was trembling.
And then he was there, the tip of his shaft breaching my rim. The burn only lasted a few intense moments before it transformed into pure, overwhelming bliss.
“I can’t believe I’m inside you,” Lachlan said as he drove in deeper, his chest a bloom of color.
“So so good,” I chanted, closing my eyes and winding my fingers around my shaft. Another moment, and then Lachlan’s hand was there on top of mine, his thumb rubbing over the head, adding an extra sensation I hadn’t expected.
I rocked against him, trying to fuck his hand as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. He stilled as if to take in the moment, and when our eyes met, his softened, making the stitch in my chest intensify.
I moaned when Lachlan readjusted his hands to the underside of my knees and started moving. And damn, I wanted that. To be fucked hard and thoroughly. To feel full of Lachlan now and burn from the memory of his cock after. To feel alive with the sensation of this night. To suck air into my lungs and be alive for him. For this. For us.
Lachlan pulled almost all the way out before slamming forward, again and again, rocking the bed so hard, the headboard might’ve dented the wall. He pushed my legs higher, changing the angle so that the head of his cock rubbed against my prostate with each thrust. I grabbed my shaft and jerked in time to his punishing rhythm.