Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I gave a thrust, rubbing myself against him. It was his turn to moan, and I greedily swallowed it, kissing my way down his chin, over his jaw, settling on his neck, where I sucked on the tender skin. “Fuck, Noah, I love how you taste. How you feel. I love how hard you get.” I rubbed him through the boxers, the steel rod twitching in my hand.
“How hard you make me, you mean?”
I grinned down at him, his cheeks already getting rosy pink. “Well, I love everything about you,” he said, raking his eyes over my chest, down toward my stiff cock. He reached for it, grabbing me in both hands and giving me a delicious squeeze. “Especially love this.” He licked his lips, eyes glued to me as he stroked, starting at the base and working his way up, increasing the pressure. A drop of precome oozed from the tip. He rubbed his thumb over it, spreading it.
I dropped my head back, letting every muscle in my body relax. He jerked me off, both hands working to worship my cock.
But I still needed more. I always needed more when it came to Noah. “Take these off,” I said, tugging on the waistband of his boxers. He was already shirtless, so at least that cut down on the overall time it took to get him completely naked.
I got off his lap and watched him pull his boxers off, his hard dick flopping out with an audible slap against his stomach. He had the body of a runner, lean and muscular, even though he only did sporadic at-home workouts and never watched what he ate.
He also had the cock of a horse. It was impressively thick but not uncomfortably so. I could sit and ride him for hours and never get tired. When we fucked, he hit me in all the right spots, and my entire body lit up like the sun at the sight of him.
I went to my backpack and opened the front zipper, taking out the small bottle of lube. Noah’s eyes drank me up as I walked back to the bedside, one hand wrapped around my hard dick and the other popping open the cap to the lube. I spread it on him, a single line down his shaft. I set the bottle down and spread it, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. He opened his legs, but instead of me climbing onto him, I got onto the bed instead, with my face down and my ass up.
“Fuck me like you love me,” I told him.
He got behind me, the mattress dipping where his knees pushed into it. Noah lined himself up. A warm pressure pushed against me. I arched my back a little more and took a deep breath, pushing back against him. He opened me up, sliding in with a single smooth stroke.
There, just like that, we were one. “Yes, baby, make that ass yours.”
Noah listened to my command. He bucked into me, slow and strong, his cock filling me up in a way that scrambled my brain and made my dick leak like a broken faucet. Every thrust made a new string of precome drop from my tip, wetting the white sheets underneath me. “That’s it. Harder, baby, fuck me harder.”
His hands came to rest on my lower back as he drove himself into him, thrusting hard, our skin slapping. Beads of sweat formed on my chest, my body flushing with an inferno’s worth of heat. I fisted the sheets, moaning with every thrust, loud, uninhibited. No one was around to hear, and so I let it all out, grunting and moaning like a wild animal.
“Lay down, Jake. That’s it.” Noah laid me down on my side and lay behind me. He lifted me for easier access as he slid back into me. I grabbed my rock-hard cock and jerked myself off as Noah fucked me, hitting my prostate, making me see stars as my balls grew tighter and tighter. Noah began to get more vocal, nipping at the back of my neck as he whispered how much he loved my tight hole, how much he loved being inside of me, loved me.
I couldn’t take it. My orgasm tore through me. I gripped the base of my cock and shot rope after rope as Noah continued to grind into me, milking me for every last drop. His fingers dug into my hips as he gave one final thrust and buried himself deep inside me, unloading. He pressed his head to the back of mine as his breathing became ragged. I could feel him filling me up, his ropes of come coating my insides.
It was one of those orgasms that made you light-headed and wonder how close you were to passing out.