Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I stretch for him, letting him see everything. Wanting him to look. I can’t remember ever being this turned on by someone watching me. This needy and shameless.
“I’ll never get enough of that view.”
He rips open the box of condoms and slides one on with swift, expert movements. He coats it with lube, tossing the bottle nearby and crawling on the bed beside me. His expression is fierce. Unstoppable.
Big Daddy Zeus.
I gasp when he spreads my legs and ignores my erection in favor of my ass. His fingers part my cheeks and he lowers his head without hesitation, licking and sucking and tonguing me until I’m close to tears.
“Carter, please.” I feel jittery. Panicked and out of control. “Oh God.”
I don’t want him to stop.
He bites into the flesh of my ass and growls. “I had plans for this ass,” he rasps. “For every part of you. Hours of plans, grasshopper.”
His tongue traces the birthmark on my hip. “I wanted to learn every curve and bend of this beautiful body. Find every freckle with my tongue.”
“Sounds like torture,” I manage to form the words between moans.
“The kind that would have you begging. And we both know how much I like hearing you beg.”
I hold my breath when his lips barely skim my cock. Please. “But those plans have to wait, because I can’t anymore. I have to get inside you.”
Thank God.
He leans over me, guiding my legs up over his shoulders and holding both my wrists in one snug fist.
“Are you going to give me what I want, JD?” he asks, reminding me of that night in his kitchen, and the fantasy that followed.
It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to give him his answer.
“Yes, Carter.”
He kisses me, pressing against the back of my legs until my hips are in the air and my knees are pushing against my shoulders. I can feel precum coating my stomach and every beat of my heart is pulsing through my dick. “Please,” I moan against his mouth. “I’m begging you.”
He lifts his head, breathing heavily as he looks into my eyes. I feel the wide head of his cock slide inside and watch as he closes his eyes and his strong body visibly quakes.
“Fuck, JD.” My name comes out on a growl and then his eyes are open and I’m trapped again, seeing the need there that mirrors mine. Seeing something I’m too afraid to name.
The way he’s pinning me makes it impossible to move or test his hold. Impossible to touch or tease him. I’m open and vulnerable and all I can do is take. “Please.”
“I’ve got you,” he says, his hips thrusting forward slow enough that I can feel every thick, impossible inch of his cock spreading me wide. It’s too much. Too good.
I start to shake against him.
“A little more,” he says roughly. “Just a little more, baby.”
I follow his gaze to see him filling me. His beast of a cock is splitting me open, disappearing inside me. Making me his.
My moan comes out more like a sob, and I can’t look away. “Zeus.”
“JD, look at me.” I blink up at him, dazed and so full I’m not sure I have room to take another breath. “This is where I belong,” he rasps. “Can you feel it? I need to…”
He shifts his hips and I cry out when his dick grinds against my prostate. “Fuck.”
The tendons in his neck are tight and his teeth are bared as he lowers his head until our lips are inches apart. “I knew the second I saw your face that you’d own me.”
Me? He’s the one controlling everything. The one I’d do anything to— Oh God, I can’t think.
He starts to move. Small, shallow pulses at first, until my body relaxes around him. Then long steady strokes that drive us both to the brink, before he slows again. Pulling us back. He’s keeping me guessing, keeping me hanging, and all the while he’s staring into my eyes, breathing with me. Breathing for me.
This is more than sex. More than fucking.
Zeus is worshipping me.
He plays with my body, his free hand caressing my throat, skimming my nipples. He’s reacting to every moan and cry, discovering what I like. What I need. How long he can make me wait. “I’ve got you, baby.”
“You know where I need you to touch me,” I plead raggedly. Just one touch and I can come. I’m close. “I’m dying.”
“Not yet.” His body is glistening with heat and restraint. “This feels too good. Exactly right. Goldilocks Zone, remember?”
“Carter, please.”
He groans, his thrusts growing more forceful. “Love it when you beg.”
“Please, let me come, Carter. Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. I need you.”
With a wild moan, he lets go, giving me what I want. Hard and deep. His body straining over mine.
Yes.
“Such a good boy. Love fucking you. Let me… Christ!”