Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“Then kill every fucker who approaches me, and keep me in line,” Nero shouted in his face, grabbing the front of Miguel’s T-shirt.
Miguel pushed him down in one controlled shove and landed on top to make his position clear. If Nero wanted to feel a man’s strength, Miguel could give him what he needed. He pressed his forehead to Nero’s as a sense of empowerment bloomed deep inside him. Could he really call the shots on this? “What if that means you never get your dick sucked?” he asked in a harsh voice, testing the boundaries of the situation by slipping his knee between Nero’s.
This? Oh, this he could do all day long.
Nero let out a soft moan and kneaded Miguel’s pecs. “You’ll have to fuck me harder so I don’t miss it.”
The failure in the bathroom had felt like being castrated, but with Nero teasing him, Miguel’s ego came back with a vengeance. Every time he thought of Nero claiming him with his words, putting his life on the line just to keep Miguel, his self-worth trickled back, along with an itch to prove himself.
He glanced around, but the graveyard had no other visitors so late in the evening, so he caught Nero’s lips in a kiss. “That one time when we did that… I loved it. You under me, moaning and writhing, begging for my dick… it made me feel alive.” He pressed down with his hips to rub Nero’s crotch.
It was pitch black out there, but while he couldn’t see Nero well, the shape of his body, its scent and warmth guided him between open legs.
“Please… feel alive in me. Miguel,” Nero whispered and moved his warm hands up Miguel’s back, squeezing and stroking his flesh.
Fuck. Yes.
Nero made him feel like a stud, awoken to his sexual desires and ready to rut. He was now glad he still carried the sachets of lube stolen from Big Bill on the riverboat, because this couldn’t wait. He needed to show Nero nothing could stop him from fucking his brains out.
He was an animal in mating season, with only sex on his brain. He’d never wanted to act on such primal urges before Nero, but now just the thought of pushing inside the tight channel between his buttocks made Miguel’s dick harden. He lowered his face to kiss Nero’s throat, but his hands were already lowering Nero’s joggers and underwear.
Nero grabbed him as if they were being carried by the current and he desperately didn’t want them to part. His nipple piercings pushed against Miguel through their T-shirts, and he whimpered, complying with everything Miguel wanted until his hairy legs were bare.
“Now,” he uttered and pushed his thighs against Miguel’s sides.
Sweat beaded on Miguel’s forehead when he unzipped his jeans with the sachet of lube hanging from between his teeth. Someone could see them, but he no longer gave a shit. He’d been waiting for more so Nero could heal, but that time was up, and all he wanted was to bury himself in that hot, muscular ass.
As he was pushing his jeans down, Nero grabbed the lube and squeezed it into his hand. Miguel knew exactly what his lover was doing when he reached between them, and slippery fingers found Miguel’s cock.
He groaned in pleasure, arching above Nero. “Can’t wait?
“No. I’m so fucking desperate for you I’m gonna burn if you don’t get that dick in,” Nero whispered, tugging on Miguel’s shaft. The gel was cool and made the hard dick overly sensitive as Nero raised his legs and shamelessly placed his calves on Miguel’s shoulders. “Fold me in two and dip it in.”
Miguel’s head sizzled from the blatant encouragement. He aligned his dick with Nero’s hole. “Lift your shirt, show me your nipples,” he rasped, rubbing his cockhead against his lover’s tight entrance. He still remembered how it had sucked him in last time, and he needed to feel that same sensation again. Only then, his life would be worth living.
And if Nero found Miguel worthy, then maybe he wasn’t as pathetic and useless as he’d believed.
He barely saw the white shade of Nero’s shirt in the dark, but when it moved up to reveal dark flesh, just knowing that the nipples were there was like a boost of arousal at the back of Miguel’s mind. His balls throbbed, and each deliberate stroke of his cock between the slick buttocks was like a promise made to them both.
He half-smiled when Nero lifted his hips, huffing impatiently.
“I said now!”
Miguel didn’t keep him waiting this time, and when he thrust his hips forward, burying his cock in the welcoming heat of Nero’s body, it went all the way in, leaving him brainless as endorphins cascaded through his whole body. “Oh fuck yes,” he grunted and lowered himself for a hungry kiss, groping the hairy thighs hugging him.