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)
He didn’t want to miss even an inch.
Nero was about to wrap his arms around Miguel again, greedy for his warm lips when Miguel grabbed Nero’s leg. Before Nero knew what was happening, he landed face first against the leather seat and Miguel got back to where he was before. Between his legs.
Oh?
Oh.
Did Miguel want to—
Nero’s thoughts blurred when his pants and underwear were lowered in a single no-nonsense tug, exposing his ass to the hot air and the hunger of the man whom Nero had wanted for so long he’d almost lost hope. But now that Miguel moved behind him and undid his belt so fast the buckle slapped Nero’s thigh, questions swirled in the air like smoke. Did Miguel know what he was doing? His dick was rather big and might end up feeling like a bulldozer, if not used with the right care, but Nero was so paralyzed he couldn’t utter the word lube, out of worry this might remind Miguel of whatever inhibitions he had. Because no matter how things would go, Nero wanted this more than he worried about a bit of pain.
The whisper of the opening zipper was like a command, and his hole relaxed, ready to take that beautiful dick.
He loved being fucked. He loved it so much he'd sacrificed a lot in life to get as much cock as he could gorge on, so he wouldn’t be stopping now. Nero could guide Miguel through this. Sometimes, sex hurt, and it wasn’t a big deal.
Miguel’s raspy breath filled the dusky car, but he hadn’t yet stuck his cock into Nero like an animal in heat. He pulled on one of Nero’s buttocks, exposing his hole. Nero couldn’t help but wonder if he liked what he saw, but the low groan coming from behind him as a fingertip rubbed the sensitive pucker answered that silent question, sending shivers all the way to Nero’s balls.
When something warm and slippery drizzled onto his hole, he was both relieved and surprised. He tried not to worry about it being something that shouldn’t go anywhere near his ass, and the slapping sound of Miguel spreading the lube on his dick was the distraction he needed.
But despite wanting to focus on relaxing his sphincter for Miguel, when two fingers rolled down his hole, making the gentlest dip inside it, Nero let out a broken whimper, transforming into a liquid mess.
He fucking needed this. Now. Now. Now.
“F-fuck…”
He wanted to be the single object of all of Miguel’s desires even if only for the moment of their sweaty bodies turning into a single alloy. Men came and went, but for the brief moments of pleasure, when Nero could sense their cocks inside him, they were his. That was what he wanted from Miguel each time he’d teased him or offered himself like a sex vending machine.
But when Miguel laid on top of him and pushed his cockhead in without warning, he made it abundantly clear that it was Nero who was his. Their naked skin was hot enough to melt together, and Nero’s brain scrambled as the thick dick forced its way through the tight ring of muscle.
In a moment of panic, Nero tried spreading his legs farther, and one of his knees slipped off the seat, landing on the floor. It hurt, but Nero’s whole attention was on the thick rod attempting to drill inside him, and as Miguel pushed his hand under his chest to hold them close, the hard girth sank in deeper, demanding access to Nero's ass as if Miguel owned it.
He froze with one hand and one knee on the floor and the others remaining on the seat—a position that left him open and vulnerable to Miguel’s assault. Sweat beaded on his body as inch after inch passed through his entrance, opening him until all he could think about was that heavy sense of fullness. Thank fuck that Miguel knew about the existence of lube, because Nero would have had to stop him otherwise.
He was a panting mess, but the warmth of Miguel’s arms around him, and the sweet tickle of lips on his nape made Nero loosen up. The kisses turned into a bite when Miguel put his weight into a final thrust that fully embedded his cock in Nero’s ass, letting out a groan of satisfaction that resonated so close to Nero’s ear it felt like a purr of a sated lion.
Miguel’s leg nudged the inside of Nero’s, pushing his thighs farther apart. That final shove made Nero feel almost too full, and he released a soft mewl, curling his toes as his insides twitched, trying to accommodate Miguel after that fast and rough entry.
It was delicious.
This was what sex should always feel like. Rough, and raw, and real.
Overwhelmed, he rubbed his face against the seat, focusing on the tickle of Miguel’s body hair and the cool air pinching his cock, which hung between his open legs. Miguel wasn’t about to lie still, but he had the sense to start slow and instead of pistoning in and out like his instincts probably told him, he rolled his hips against Nero while panting into his ear. The gentle motion was like a relaxing massage, both inside and out, so Nero let himself enjoy the drilling, helpless under the man he’d wanted for so long.