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)
Fingers twisted his pierced nipple, making his overfilled insides twitch, but just as he rubbed his foot against Miguel’s with a happy murmur, playtime was over.
Miguel pulled his dick almost all the way out, only to slam back in. His arms then tightened around Nero, holding him in place when he started thrusting like a sledgehammer. Each moan coming from Nero provoked Miguel to kiss, bite, and lick wherever he could reach, turning Nero’s neck and shoulders deliciously hypersensitive.
Maybe it was the afterglow of the drugs, or maybe the joy of getting to have the guy Nero had been chasing on and off for three long years, but he felt as if the cock sawing at his insides was taking him to another plane of existence, where there was no danger, and where he could exist solely to satisfy Miguel’s cravings.
Teeth pulled on the hair at the back of his head before closing on his nape, and Nero moaned, overcome by the deep heat burning in his hole. The leather seat smelled of citrus cleaner, but the rich aroma of Miguel’s body was Nero’s new drug of choice and overpowered every other scent, messing with his brain.
He wished to see Miguel’s face, watch it contort and darken as he took his pleasure, but there was no room for that in this position where the roles of the dominant and submissive were achingly obvious.
And Nero enjoyed that very much.
Biting his lip, he opened his eyes to stare at the golden bracelet Miguel had earlier closed on his wrist. It now felt like a pretty shackle meant to show Nero his place, and ward off any other male.
“Yeah... make me your bitch,” Nero hissed out through his teeth, drunk on the repeated pressure against his prostate.
Miguel’s hand slid down Nero’s chest and all the way between his legs, forcing another moan from between his lips when it squeezed his hard dick. Miguel’s cold fingers were slippery with lube and moved with a purpose, in the same rhythm as the cock stretching Nero’s ass over and over.
Words were stuck in Nero’s throat as he let himself howl at the violent nature of their pleasure when Miguel sped up to a punishing rhythm, riding him so hard it was about to break Nero’s mind and permanently turn him into a willing hole for this dick. But then Miguel shivered, stiffened and released a series of grunts so raspy they belonged in the mouth of a beast, not a human man.
Several chaotic thrusts later, the cock was buried all the way inside, and as it pulsed, jetting cum deep up Nero’s channel, it became obvious that they’d forgotten condoms.
Restless with shocked desire, Nero curled his toes, existing only to consume Miguel’s cum. Just thinking about it made his own dick more sensitive in that rough hand.
Miguel’s scorching body stretched on top of Nero’s until it felt as if his heart was knocking on Nero’s back like mad. A part of Nero had expected him to pull away as soon as he came, but when that didn’t happen, Nero shifted his hips to give Miguel easier access to his dick, and his lover took the hint without hesitation.
Resting his stubbly chin on Nero’s shoulder, he worked Nero’s tool as fast and hard as he’d fucked him, making the heavy ring sitting in the cockhead swing in a chaotic staccato.
And just as the slick fingers brought him to the edge, Miguel’s voice cascaded over him in a deep murmur reminiscent of a lusty demon.
“Nero…”
It was like being ripped apart and put back together at the same time, and as powerful waves of pleasure passed through Nero, his limbs went weak. If it wasn’t for Miguel holding him up, he’d have rolled between the seats, where he might as well rest until they could get it up again.
They’d be repeating this.
Miguel rubbed his cum-stained hand over Nero’s stomach, but in contrast to the dirtiness of that gesture, the kisses he left on Nero’s nape were no more tangible than sunlight.
Bliss left Nero limp and so hot he wished to stay like he was, but Miguel’s cock shrank and finally slipped out of his burning hole, leaving him empty and already longing for a do-over. And with it, drizzled out the evidence that Miguel had skipped rubbers.
“Is there… uh, any tissues?” he asked, still dizzy after the mind-blowing, if a bit short fuck. When Miguel got off him, silent as ever, Nero imagined he’d stalled to wonder at the body that gave him so much pleasure, taking in the bite marks, and the cum between Nero’s buttocks.
Somewhat unsettled by his lover’s silence, Nero glanced over his shoulder at that panting beast of a man, but when their eyes met, Miguel quickly grabbed his backpack from the front seat and produced a pack of wet wipes. He was about to pass a few to Nero when he stilled.