Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
It reminded me of his performance in the ring, only now I was the mouse. The barbaric look in his eyes was still there, though now it was tinged with desire— and something else. Something that gave me hope and made my heart seize in my chest.
Kage was relentless, needy, leaning even farther in as I instinctively pulled back for breath. But I didn’t want him to stop. I loved it. Loved it when he was rough. Because I was learning that the more he needed me, the rougher he got. And tonight he needed me bad.
He pushed me down onto my back on the sofa, then stripped off his jeans and underwear. When he was naked, he climbed on top of me and straddled my chest, pinning my shoulders to the sofa. Then he knelt up over me and forced his cock rudely into my mouth. All I could do was take it and suck it, looking up at him with watering eyes as he loomed over me and labored.
His face was tight with lust, as if he might lose control at any moment. But he was strong, and I knew he wasn’t about to let go until he was good and ready. If he could choreograph a fight against a skilled opponent with a hundred grand on the line, he could damn sure control himself in bed.
He fucked my mouth with long strokes, not giving me a chance to speak. All I could do was grunt and whimper around him as he watched me closely with his shrewd, calculating eyes.
“My sweet college boy,” he said in a reverent voice, reaching down with one hand and running his fingers through my hair.
He was choking me with his cock, but loving me with his touch and his words. It was the most cherished I’d ever felt, being used and loved at the same time, being needed so fiercely.
After a moment, he slipped his hand under my neck and cupped the back of my skull with his large hand. He lifted my head off the sofa so that it was at nearly a ninety-degree angle, and fucked my mouth deep and slow, using his hand to keep my head still. It was a lot like dirty boxing. I would have told him so if I could have spoken.
He didn’t keep me that way for long, though. He sensed the very moment when I’d had enough, and he released my head back down to the sofa and pulled out. My mouth and his cock were both over-wet with saliva, and he rubbed the slicked head against my battered lips. Back and forth he dragged it over my mouth, watching me with those lust-filled eyes.
“Get to the bed,” Kage said finally, and he stood and let me up. I knew what was about to happen. Knew what that look in his eyes meant. I had to get my bearings as I made my way to his room and climbed onto the bed with shaky legs.
I laid back on the bed and spread my legs, reaching down to pump my cock as I watched him approach. Then I bit my lip, gave him my best come hither look, and surprised myself with my first words of the evening. “You didn’t shower. I can smell you on me.”
“And that gets you off?”
“Yes,” I whispered, still working myself, knowing I needed to stop soon. I was dangerously close to hitting that point when coming was too much of a temptation to stop. “I didn’t shower, either,” I said.
The more time I spent around Kage, the more his scent aroused me. I wondered if it was the same for him.
“You always smell sweet.” He laughed darkly. “I smell like sweat, blood and fear. But I wanted you to smell it on me, Jamie. I wanted you to smell it on me the first time I fuck you. So you’ll know who I really am. I need you to know me.”
“I do know you,” I said. “And you’re perfect.”
“Baby, don’t be naive. I’m a killing machine. The only things that separate me from the inside of a jail cell are a referee and a bell.”
I dropped onto my back, staring up at those same rafters that had shifted and danced in hallucinations that seemed so long ago. “All I know is I want to be with you.”
Kage climbed on top of me, planking up onto his elbows and lowering his body so that we were touching from hip to toe. Our cocks aligned against each other, and nothing had ever felt so good or so right.
His stubble scrubbed against my cheek as he lowered his head to whisper in my ear, “Last chance to run.”
I smiled and wound my arms around his neck. “Why would I want to run?”