Murphy’s Law Read online Riley Hart (Havenwood #2)

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Havenwood Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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With both hands on his head, I thrust into his mouth, rubbing his cheek from time to time. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. So good for me. Love watching you take my cock, Remy.”

I felt him smile around me, which made me do the same. He had his ass in the air, and I wished it was facing me so I could play with his hole. The thought sent a jolt of lust through me, my orgasm barreling down on me, until I almost lost control and had to pull him off me. “There’s almost nothing I want more than to feed you my load, but I really want you to fuck me tonight.” It had been too long.

Remy’s eyes flared with lust. He smirked, mischievously, which was a good look on him. I loved when he felt comfortable enough to give it. “Well, it is one of my favorite places to be.”

“More than when I’m fucking you?” I asked, knowing the answer to that.

“Close second.”

“Lube is in the nightstand.” I nodded to the table on the right.

“Condom?”

“If you want to, you can, but we went without last night, and we’re both negative. I can show you my results now that we’re here.” I really craved Remy’s load inside me. There was nothing like that feeling. It was something I’d only ever had with him.

“I love taking you raw,” he replied softly, grabbing the lube. He wet his fingers and slipped a hand between my spread legs. He lay there and watched, rubbing his finger over my rim. “Do you…”

“No. No one else has fucked me,” I admitted, assuming what he was going to ask.

He smiled, his finger still wandering in lazy circles that made my head spin. “I thought I was going to die the first time I was inside you. I was so damn scared of fucking it up, of hurting you or…” He shook his head. “Not being good.”

“Fuck…you were good.” He pushed inside, and my vision blurred.

“I know…”

“You do, huh?” I moved against his hand, and he fucked me with his finger. “That’s awfully cocky of you. Sounds more like me than you.”

“Yeah, it does, but I remember, once my brain finished melting, I looked at you, and you were so fucking blissed out. Your eyes were rolling back, then you closed them, this huge-ass smile on your lips, and all I could think was that I was doing that to you. That I was making you feel so good.”

“Fuck,” I rushed out. “Give me another.”

He pushed another finger inside, still watching. “I can’t believe you give this to me. Can’t believe you let me have you.”

“Want you to have me, Remy.”

He continued to stretch me out, two fingers, then three. Every now and again he would lap at my balls, suck them, lick my cock. I was so hard, so fucking hungry for him, but I let him play, let him explore me until my body was shaking uncontrollably, until I thought I would come apart. “Get your cock in me,” I begged.

I groaned when Remy pulled his fingers free. He knelt between my legs again, pumped lube into his hand, and stroked it on his cock. Our eyes stayed locked as he rubbed his crown on my rim, then slowly pushed inside.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jesus, you are so tight,” he rambled as I breathed past the initial discomfort, the burn and stretch of having someone inside me after so many years. “We good?” Remy asked when he was buried deep.

“Give me a minute.” I kept breathing, kept looking at him, and he stared at me with such intensity, I felt it like a touch. “Okay, give it to me.”

Remy pulled back, then thrust forward, making my whole world light up. “That smile. Right there. It’s the one I can never get out of my head, the one that kept me company all these years,” he said as he fucked me. I held my legs back and took it, craved it, felt like he was playing me the way he did his guitar. Like we were making music.

Remy leaned over and kissed me messily as my body jerked with each pump of his hips. I grabbed the lube, squirted some in my hand, stroked my cock.

The tendons in his neck tightened as he concentrated on what he was doing, the way he moved inside me, studying my expressions so he knew what was good or not. Remy was so fucking good at that.

My balls were drawn tight, my insides trembling like an earthquake was going off. His mouth dropped to mine, swallowing my sounds as I gave in to the pleasure he gave me, let my orgasm pull me under, emptying my balls between us.

“Fuck…the way you’re squeezing me,” Remy said, dropping his head back. His dick jerked, and I felt the rush of his spunk shooting inside me, filling me. Remy pulled out, then eased down, lapping at the come on my stomach. “I still got it,” he said, shyly.


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