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)
Nero not only didn’t pull away but also pressed his body to Miguel’s, bringing their cocks close. “True, it was a bit rough, but that never stopped me from fulfilling my destiny. I have another, perfectly good hole you can use,” he said and let his hand glide down Miguel’s form at a tantalizing pace. His eyes darkened when he lowered his lids while watching Miguel, as if he wanted to feast his eyes on him.
“And… you’d want that?” Miguel’s ears heated so rapidly he was thankful for the shower starting to run cold. They should be moving on from here, but Nero had crumbled the walls holding back Miguel’s secret desires. How could reason compete with such a force of nature? Miguel’s cock only had one master now, and it wasn’t his brain.
Nero exhaled, pulling his teeth over the bottom lip that now appeared so plump, and soft, and so… welcoming. Raw heat burned in Miguel’s skull, creating intoxicating smoke that clouded his rational thoughts when Nero’s hand rested on his thigh, so very close to his dick.
“Do I want your big cock sliding up my tongue? Poking against the inside of my cheek, pushing down my throat while I kneel there and take it?” he rasped, hypnotizing Miguel with eyes as green as the plants surrounding the shed. “Oh, hell yes. Use my mouth as you wish, Miguel.”
He wanted all of that, all at once. They didn’t have time for this, and staying to satisfy such an optional hunger was a crazy thing to do, but Miguel already knew that if Nero wanted something, standing in his way was like trying to halt a wildfire. And right now, Miguel really didn’t have the self-control to deny him. To deny them both.
“Is that how you like it?” he asked, breathless with need yet still trying to find his feet in the situation. His wet dream about Nero’s head between his legs was about to come true in ways so delicious he couldn’t have envisioned them if he tried. His lusty mind had wandered to Nero in the past, but he’d always imagined him with faceless men, incapable of thinking of a scenario where this gorgeous, confident creature desired him for more than a single tryst required to cut another notch on the bedpost. But he’d since discovered new sides to Nero, and knowing how much they had in common underneath the surface shed new light on the teasing smiles Nero had been sending his way for so long. And now here he stood—lust personified—inviting Miguel for more.
Nero crooked his head as his smile became charged with erotic temptation. “I like many things, but I already told you to make me your bitch, didn’t I?” he asked softly and turned off the cold water. “I want to feel your strength,” he purred before sliding out his tongue to lick Miguel’s chin. It was hot as burning coals.
A part of him felt guilty over imagining Nero in filthy scenarios—fucked against the wall, held down by force, with cum on his face—because it felt like punishing him for being so desirable. But if that was what Nero wanted, if it made him come undone the way he had in the car, then he shall get all the masculine strength he needed. And while Miguel lacked experience, he would bend over backwards to make Nero forget other men even existed.
By the time Nero went down to his knees on the wet tiles, Miguel’s dick was getting painfully hard. His breath quickened by the second, and now that Nero’s mouth was level with his cock, he couldn’t wait to bury it between the plump lips. “Any last wishes while you can still speak?”
A delicious shudder shook light brown skin.
Nero sucked in air and looked up while tickling the very tip of Miguel’s cock with his tongue. “I’m your hot, wet hole now. Use me.”
It was a provocation, and Miguel wouldn't resist the bait.
He became lightheaded at the sight of Nero’s open mouth and the red carpet of his tongue rolled out for him in invitation. The blood that used to keep his brain working now made his dick throb, and the only thought he was left with was the desire to empty his balls down that willing throat. But this wasn’t about the power fantasy of it but the sheer joy flashing in the bright green eyes and the dark cock jutting from between the muscular thighs and pointing to the ceiling. Nero wanted this. Wanted him, even after what had happened downstairs. Who was Miguel to deny him the pleasure?
He grabbed the sides of Nero’s head, right by his ears, and pulled him on his waiting dick. The intrusion stifled a needy moan, and as that soft, flexible tongue moved, its glide sent electricity from the underside of the cock straight to Miguel’s balls, and then to his brain, making it fog up.