Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
His smolder nearly made me come right then and there. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against my cheek, slapping me with it. I grinned, rubbing my face in the crook of his thigh, burying my nose just next to his balls. I licked at the sensitive skin, my finger probing into my ass, getting myself ready for the main event.
“I need you to fuck me, Eric. Please. Fuck me. Make me yours.”
His eyes lit up like two bright stars fallen straight from the night sky.
“Get up here,” he said, pulling me up onto him so that his lips locked around mine. His hands roamed my body, grabbing my ass and spreading me open. I felt the cool breeze from the fan whirling above us, but I still had sweat beading on my forehead from the heat that blazed inside me.
We kissed in a way that completely unraveled me. It made everything that happened tonight all the more real and yet still made it seem like a dream.
Eric and I, together, officially. No more rules or boundaries, just us, being as raw and vulnerable with each other as we possibly could.
I reached back and lined his cock up with my hole, my entrance still wet from my finger. I sat back, feeling him push inside me. My eyes opened wide as my jaw slowly dropped, my lips forming an O. Eric looked up at me with hunger in his gaze. His fingers dug into my hips as he guided me down.
“Whoa, whoa,” I said, feeling a sting. “Grab the lube. You’re way too big,” I said, already breathless but feral for Eric’s cock. I had to have him inside me; I just needed a little help with getting him there.
He leaned over and reached for the drawer in the nightstand, the head of his cock still pushing into me. I moaned, the sting lessening as my body relaxed, accepting him in. He popped open the cap on the lube bottle and squirted some into his hand. He reached for my cock first and gave me a few eyes-rolling-to-the-back-of-my-head strokes before he pulled himself out and spread the lube on his dick. He set the bottle back on the nightstand and locked eyes with me, his hands coming back to my hips.
“Ready, baby?”
I nodded, biting my bottom lip as I sat back. This time, his cock slid in much easier, the pain no longer there. Instead, an overwhelming bliss followed the sensation of being filled by Eric’s thick cock. He gave one thrust and buried himself balls-deep, drawing a shout of pleasure directly from my chest. I fell forward, gripping his chest as I arched my back and took him in, his thrusts pushing him deeper and deeper. Skin slapped against skin; moans mixed with grunts mixed with cries mixed with words I wasn’t even sure were real. Eric had me speaking in tongues, his rhythmic thrusts hitting me in all the right places.
“Shit, Colt, you’ve already got me so close.”
“Me too,” I said, looking down at my tightening balls and leaking, bouncing cock. A string of clear precum connected me with Eric, his dark happy trail sticky and wet. I rubbed his chest, riding him like I was some sort of cowboy on top of a bucking bronco.
“That’s it, that’s it, oh fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”
“Do it, Eric. Fill me up with your load. Fuuuuck.”
Eric gave one final thrust and buried himself to the hilt, his head falling back and his throat flushing pink. No words formed, only a guttural and animalistic moan that told me he was giving me exactly what I wanted.
It pushed me over the edge with him. I shot ropes of cum, some of it going past Eric and hitting the headboard. My entire body gave a spasm as the orgasm tore through me, my hole quivering around Eric’s still-swollen cock, taking all I could from him as I gave him all I had.
After what felt like an eternity of pleasure, I was able to put together a couple of cohesive sentences. “That was mind-blowingly good, holy shit.”
Eric, still inside me, kissed me, his fingers tracing lazy shapes on my lower back. “I think I can actually go for round two already.”
“Really?” I asked, noting that my own erection still hadn’t gone anywhere. I gave my hips a playful swirl. “We won’t need more lube, not with your cum dripping out of me.”
Eric shook his head, grinning. “You’re so fucking bad. I love it.” He gave a thrust, and just like that, round two was on.
We went all the way up to round four before our bodies gave in, sleep overcoming us, the sex continuing on into my dreams, leaving me waking up the next morning with a smile on and my heart (and hole) full.