Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“That’s right, put it back in your mouth. Fuuuuck. Lick it, baby.”
The more vocal he was, the more turned on I became. If it was even possible to be hornier than I already was.
He scooped some of my cum and then went down between my legs. He pressed his wet fingers against my hole. My pulse pounded, matching the drumbeat of desire.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked. His fingers slid up and down my hole.
“Mhmm,” I said around his cock, lifting my ass to give him even more access in case he couldn’t understand me. I loved playing with my ass, and it was brought to an entirely new level when it was Ryan who was the one doing the playing, using my cum as lube.
He was going to ruin me. After this, I would never be able to enjoy anything ever again. I knew I’d be comparing everything to this exact moment and be let down each and every time.
Because nothing would ever be as hot as this.
My body completely relaxed as he pushed inward. My eyes opened, my mouth still stuffed with cock.
“Fuck, Jay, you’re so goddamned tight.”
I tried loosening up some more, allowing him more access. He pushed in deeper, likely a knuckle deep now. I pulled off his dick and moaned, dropping my head back onto the mattress. His balls rested on my chest, his dick leaking. I gasped as he pushed his finger all the way, curling it and rubbing against my prostate.
Stars exploded across my vision. I put his cock back where it belonged and sucked, my hole tightening around his finger, pulling him deeper.
He added another finger, and I nearly came again. The stretch was delicious, and so was the way he’d move them. As if he had a map to my body and knew exactly where to dig for the buried treasure.
“That’s it, open up for Daddy. Take my fingers like a good fucking boy. That’s it.”
Hoooooly shit.
He fucked my throat and fingered me at the same time. The bed shook, rattled, something creaked, there was another something that cracked. I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the blissed-out wave that crested over me.
“I’m so close to blowing my load, baby. You want it?”
“Mhmm,” I said, bobbing up and down on his cock.
“Tighten that hole around my fingers. Just like that. Oh fuck, you’ve got me so close. I’m gonna—oh fuck!” He let out a shout and thrust forward, his cock erupting down my throat. I swallowed every last drop. Relished in the way he twitched and convulsed above me. How his abs tensed and he leaned forward, as if he was seconds from collapsing.
My own orgasm—the real one this time—hit me like a comet. My toes curled, and my body tensed as my balls unloaded, not dribbling this time but shooting my cum so that it hit Ryan in the back.
“Damn,” Ryan said, breathless. “Someone’s a shooter.”
“That might have been a record.”
“Let’s break it next time, then.”
He looked half-drunk, half-tired, and all blissed-out as he leaned down to kiss me, his fingers no longer inside me.
“Holy shit,” he said against my lips. “That was so fucking hot.”
Then, as if on cue, one of the legs under the bed snapped in half and dropped us at an angle. We laughed, neither of us wanting (or likely even able to) move. I felt like every bone in my body had been replaced with foam. If the A/C kicked on, I was sure I’d be blown right across the room.
“Guess I have to sleep in your bed tonight,” Ryan said playfully, kissing me again. “That okay?”
“More than okay.”
Somehow, we managed to get up and give ourselves a quick wash before we hurried back to my bed, exhaustion already creeping in. Before Ryan laid down, he checked his phone on the nightstand and gave a curious “hmm.”
“What is it?” I asked, already getting under the covers.
“Just got an email from my RA. She says my room’s been fixed. I have the option of returning or staying where I’m at.” My heart dropped.
Of course this would happen right after I’d had the best damn sex of my life.
Of course it would happen when I was finally letting my walls down around Ryan.
Of course it was goin—
“Thank you, but I’m staying,” he typed his response out loud.
Aaaand my heart was back where it belonged, beating happily in my chest. I couldn’t tamp down my smile.
“That’s fine with you, right?”
“Duh,” I answered as Ryan got into bed with me.
It didn’t take long for us to find a comfortable spot nestling together. I took my position as the little spoon, and Ryan caged me in his big, meaty, warm arms. I fell asleep with that same smile on my face, checking another big box under the “Everything Happens for a Reason” column.