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)
His gaze wouldn’t stray from that handsome face and the way Nero’s full lips tightened around Miguel’s girth, but the green eyes looked right back, fearless and full of pride, as if to show Miguel that Nero was exactly where he wanted to be, and that he wasn’t ashamed of letting another man take him this way.
His cheeks hollowed, creating a delicious vacuum around Miguel’s cock.
“Oh, fuck…” he groaned, and his eyes rolled back. This was pure heaven.
Not that long ago, he thought he’d never feel at ease with another person pleasuring him in this intimate way. The idea of it was so hot it even snuck its way into his dreams at times, but he was left cold whenever someone attempted to touch him with sexual intention. But things were different with Nero. This wasn’t just a stranger looking for some pleasure. Nero knew him, connected with him, liked him and needed him in ways no one else had. And in turn, Miguel was discovering a whole world of feelings for Nero, which he didn't dare put into words.
Miguel couldn’t help but push his hips forward, testing how far Nero could take him. The soft lips stretched over the girth of his cock like a sleeve made for fucking, and since each time Miguel went deeper, his lover’s response was a moan, the inhibitions that had initially kept him in check gradually loosened.
This was Nero Moreno, a lusty sex pest who thrived on getting fucked and who’d said he wanted to be Miguel’s bitch. How could a man resist such temptation?
Still, the feeling of hitting a barrier at the back of Nero’s throat and hearing him choke made Miguel stall, for fear that he might have accidentally hurt him. Nero took it in stride and placed his hands on Miguel’s hips, as if feeling the need to soothe him, and shifted in front of Miguel, raising his chin as he looked up and leaned forward, taking in inch after inch.
Wildfires danced at the base of Miguel’s spine when he saw his long, thick dick disappear into that greedy mouth, until Nero’s nose sank into the dark bush at the base.
The tight grip of Nero’s throat was intense, but Miguel was already self-conscious about not lasting long when they first fucked, so he at least wanted to give Nero what he’d asked for before shooting his load into that hot, greedy mouth.
I want to feel your strength, passed through Miguel’s mind in a sultry flashback, and he grabbed Nero’s ears, meeting the beautiful glossy eyes.
“Tap my leg if you need a break,” he rasped, before thrusting all the way in to start the onslaught his lover had asked for. Wet muscles twitched around his dick, but Miguel pulled right back out, starting a harsh rhythm of thrusting along that soft tongue.
Nero wouldn’t stop staring up at him, even when his eyes watered and glazed over. His hand squeezed Miguel’s thigh, gripping the flesh tightly as he relaxed, holding his mouth wide open for the brutish cock pistoning in and out as if they were two parts of the same machine. His nostrils flared, sucking in air whenever Miguel pulled out, but the drool sticking to Miguel’s cock provided the lubrication needed for fast, hard strokes that made Miguel’s balls tighten as they slapped against Nero’s damp chin.
He didn’t watch a lot of porn, but this was so much hotter than any he’d seen. Nero was so pliant and eager, his body the picture of muscular perfection. And even though Miguel had seen Nero’s teeth rip out a piece of a man’s throat, he had no qualms about sticking his cock into that deadly mouth, because he was this predator’s keeper and would receive only pleasure.
He grunted his desire, for once not attempting to hide arousal as he pumped the tightness of his lover’s throat, wanting his lover to see how mutual this was.
Nero’s brows gathered in a delicious frown, and he reached between his own legs, moving his hand at a rapid speed, as if he could no longer contain the desire brought on by Miguel using his mouth as a personal toy. Doing so felt selfish on the surface, but there was no doubt in Miguel’s mind that he was offering Nero what he needed.
Saliva dribbled out of Nero’s mouth when Miguel pulled back only to slam in hard, urged by the insistent cry of need that made him pump his hips faster, pummeling that pliant mouth with the subtlety of an animal in heat.
Pleasure bubbled up in his head and shot straight to his balls. He was coming. In Nero Moreno’s mouth.
Driven by the primal need to mark his lover, he withdrew just in time to let Nero taste his juices rather than pump them straight down his throat. He wanted to make sure Nero got well acquainted with the flavor, because this was definitely happening again, sooner rather than later, if Miguel had any say in it.