Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I wanted to laugh or at least smile, but my dick and my brain had one focus…Moody’s hole. I needed that.
Now.
I climbed onto the bed, and yeah, I should have taken off my jeans. I didn’t. I grazed my fingers from the top of his spine to his crease, dipping along the curve of his ass to his low-hanging balls. I gripped his cock, smearing precum at the tip as I stroked him. My dick pulsed and jerked against the elastic band of my boxer briefs as if begging to join the party. But this was more important. I wanted Moody so greedy for me, he’d never second-guess letting me in.
I uncapped the lube, coated my fingers, and glided a slick digit along his crack. He hung his head and lowered his weight onto his elbows. I opened his cheeks, grazing the sensitized skin at his entrance…over and over. His pucker contracted and released at the light touch.
“One finger, Moody,” I warned, pushing inside him.
“Finally,” he grumbled. “Ohhhh…yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
I remembered a thing or two about having your prostate stimulated. If done properly it felt very fucking good, and feeling good was the name of the game here. I wanted him writhing and desperate. He was almost there.
Two fingers later, Moody was trembling for me, chanting my name. Three…well, he was incoherent.
I pulled away and got off the bed, losing my jeans and boxer briefs in a flash. “On your back.”
He obeyed, though his brow was creased with confusion. “Missionary? Okay. We can do that. What about the lights?”
“Lights stay on. I want to see you.” I tore open the condom. “Just so you know, I’m happy to suit up, but I got tested after we fooled around and—”
“Me too. No condom…just you.” Moody propped his head higher on the pillow and lifted his legs. “Now, will you please hurry? My penis is engorged to the point of pain, and I’m perilously close to expiring.”
“Well, we can’t have that.” The mattress dipped under my weight as I scooted between his open thighs. I lined my cock at his hole and pushed. “Relax. That’s it, baby. I got you.”
I entered him slowly, our gazes locked. He was so tight, so responsive, and so unbelievably hot. I wanted to thrust, drive deep, and lose myself in him, but I kept my composure. Within seconds, I was the one trembling, my cock buried to the hilt, sweat glistening on my forehead. I bent to kiss him.
Moody lifted his hips. “I’m ready now. You can move.”
I did. I pulled almost all the way out and slid all the way in.
Holy shit, this was perfect. He fit me like a fucking glove. My nerve endings zinged to life, igniting a flame that rocked me to my core. So hot, so intense. I bent to capture his mouth in a searing kiss, twisting our tongues as I fucked him…a little faster, a little harder.
The headboard hit the wall with a steady thump that matched the slap of skin and desperate groans for more as Moody clutched my ass, arching into every thrust. This man knew what he wanted. He threw his arms around my neck, shifting his weight in a wordless request to switch positions.
I rolled us over, smiling as I glanced up at him. “Ride me, baby.”
“One moment, please.” Moody leaned backward to grab my hat from the edge of the bed and set it on his head. And without further ado, he proceeded to ride me like a seasoned cowboy.
A skinny guy with glasses, wearing a hat that was far too big for his head, bouncing on my cock like a wannabe rodeo hero shouldn’t have been sexy, but my God, he sent me flying. I dug my heels into the mattress, jacking him to a rhythm we had no chance of sustaining.
“I’m gonna fucking come,” I growled.
I did…and Moody was right there with me.
We heaved, staring at each other in wonder. We were a mess of sweat and cum, wearing big-ass grins and not much else. Well…the hat.
“Looks good on you.” I tipped the brim, chuckling when he batted my hand away.
“I’ve never worn a cowboy hat and, shocker…I’ve never engaged in sexual activity with a cowboy. You’re my first.”
“Oh, so you were using me to fulfill some weird fantasy?” I teased, tweaking his nipples.
“Yes.” He smacked my hand again and wiggled his ass on my spent dick. “Two for one—a cowboy and his hat. This is a most excellent way to recuperate after a daunting illness.”
“Most excellent,” I agreed.
“Thank you.”
I snickered. “Thank you. I can feel my cum dripping from your hole, by the way. That’s fucking incredible.”
Moody blushed, just as I thought he might. He shifted off me, mumbling something about a cleanup on aisle Hudson. Silly and goofy, but I was still grinning like a fool when he returned with a wet cloth.