Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I looked over to Cyrus, who was now sitting up in bed, looking at me, the sort of awe in his eyes I never thought could be directed at me, never thought I would deserve directed at me.
“Crow, it’s…beautiful.”
His cheeks were pink from sleep, his hair mussed, every inch of his gorgeous body on display for me. I wanted to kiss each of my freckles, because yes, they felt like they were mine. Wanted to taste every inch of his body, wanted to inhale his scent, wanted to fuck him so hard, he would never ever doubt that he belonged to me and I to him.
The blurred edges shifted, no longer me and the painting, but me and Cyrus, my mind and body hyper-fixated on him. The world could end, and I wouldn’t care as long as the two of us were still standing.
My dick throbbed, the need inside me sizzling with weeks, or hell, a lifetime of pent-up desire. I needed inside him more than I needed my next breath. I would surrender everything to him, give him anything as we lost ourselves in each other.
The look in his eyes changed, heat flaring there. The flushed glow of his skin spread through his cheeks and down the rest of his body.
“Yes. Take me, Crow. Remind me I’m yours.” Cyrus turned onto his stomach, pressing his ass up in the air.
The rumble started deep in my chest, then fell from my lips in a soft grumble that increased in intensity. The paintbrush fell to the floor, the mess not mattering as I ripped off my clothes, dick hard and leaking, and stalked toward him on the bed. I felt blind with lust, like it wasn’t my heart or my lungs that kept me alive, but my need for him.
My lips pressed to his nape, Cyrus’s body bowing toward me. Every knot of his spine got the attention of my lips, every freckle on his shoulders was touched by my hands as I started my journey of exploration of every plane of his body, every single inch of his skin.
“Crow,” he said needily, amping up my need for him.
His lower back dipped when I got to his waist, and I licked the divot there, blood rushing through my ears, cock begging to mount him from behind and slam home right now. To mark the inside of his body with my cum the way I would never tire of doing.
Cyrus spread his legs, ass cheeks opening, his tight, pink hole begging for me.
“Please, Crow. I want your tongue.”
I snarled as I took in his position, the way he was giving himself to me, offering me what we both knew was already mine, pink balls full and hanging prettily between his legs.
I snarled again because words felt too hard right then, my head filled with nothing but Cyrus and my longing for him. I bit into his ass cheek, and he cried out my name, pleas for more flowing from his mouth like a waterfall. I did it again on the other side, then sucked him there, pulling the blood to the surface and leaving my dark-red mark behind. I ran my nose along his crease, the soft scent of soap from our shower this morning still there, blended with his natural musk. I swiped at him with my tongue, Cyrus’s body nearly convulsing.
“Yes, Crow. Yes. Please.”
Hands on each of his cheeks, I kept him open and took what I wanted—his hole with my tongue. I loved eating him out, loved the raw need of it, loved pushing my tongue past his rim and fucking him with it to help get him ready for my cock.
Cyrus pushed back against my face, more of the waterfall pleas and wants spilling from him. I sucked his balls, then went back to his hole, feasting on this perfect, tight ring he offered me so freely.
Reaching between his legs, I stroked his cock, slick with the precum he leaked. His body shook, cock swelling like he was about to unleash, so I pulled back, wanting to draw this out. I wanted to fuck him all day, to never stop fucking him.
“Make me come, baby. Please, I need it.”
“No,” I managed to get out. I wasn’t ready yet, wanted to keep making him chase his bliss but not give it to him until I decided it was time.
I went at his ass again, flicking it with my tongue, softening it for my cock, stroking his erection and bringing him right to that edge before pulling off, again and again and again.
Cyrus fell to the bed, stomach against the mattress, arms and legs seemingly trembling with too much pleasure to hold him up.
I didn’t stop, devouring him with my tongue, pushing my finger inside him. Biting and sucking. Journeying up his back again to give him my marks there too, on his neck, his shoulder. Cyrus’s hands fisted in the pillow, needy pleas filling the air.