Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
He ran his work-roughened hands up and down my back, tangled one in my hair. Made soft sounds I’d never heard him make before, fueling me on.
I managed to work a hand between us, our bodies already slick with sweat. I wrapped it around his thick erection, but Emerson shook his head, grabbed my wrist and pushed down while spreading his legs, so I could get to his hole.
“Yeah…fuck yeah. Might bust a nut the second I’m inside you, though. Don’t hold it against me.”
“I won’t.”
I pushed up to my knees, eagerness sending shocks through me. “Turn over. I wanna lick you. I’ve never done that before.”
“Well, I won’t be arguing with you about that.”
“That’s all I gotta do to get you agreeable? Hell, why didn’t you say so before?”
“That would make things too easy.” Emerson did as I said, turning onto his stomach. I needed to see him better, so I reached over and turned on the lamp. He was beautiful. Perfect. I didn’t know what he was doing here with me, but I sure as shit didn’t plan to tell him he could do better. As long as Em was offering, I’d selfishly take whatever he gave me.
“You look so pretty like this…the way your back slopes down, before the rise of your ass. How come I never realized you had so much booty?” I teased, earning a soft chuckle.
I kissed my way down each knot in his spine, lay between his legs, hand on each cheek, and pulled him open. He had a little bit of hair there, which I thought was hot as hell. His ring was tight, tensed up some when I rubbed it with my thumb.
“What’s taking you so long?” he asked.
“Just admirin’. It’s not every day a sexy older man offers me his hole. I plan to savor this moment as long as I can.” I kissed his left cheek, then his right, nuzzled into his crack, pressing my lips to his soap-scented skin.
“Put your tongue in me.”
“Hold your horses. I’m getting there.” I smiled, liking this too much, liking him too much. Christ, it would hurt when Emerson ended this, because he would. Eventually he’d want out of Ryland, and even if he didn’t, I wasn’t sure he had it in him to fully let me in, not after everything that happened.
“Sam—”
I lashed my tongue over his rim, effectively shutting him up. I kissed it, then licked some more, tasting him and softening him up. He thrust against the bed, fucked the mattress, before pushing up and into my face. Emerson liked this, and I liked giving it to him.
I spit on his hole and pushed my finger inside, watching his body open up to take it—in, out, in, out. “Look at you, sucking up my finger. I can’t wait to feel that on my cock.”
“Jesus.”
“Like that, do you? I think I’m pretty good at this dirty-talkin’ thing, only it just feels like honesty. Only saying how I feel and what I wanna do.”
I eased my finger out, replacing it with my tongue, pushing inside him, fucking him with it as best as I could. I wanted Emerson a leaking, hungry mess for me that nothing but my dick and the load in my balls could cure. I wanted him to feel like he was mine, wished he could be.
I feasted on him until I thought it might kill me, then worked two fingers inside him, and finally getting a third up in there too. He was damn near whimpering, saying my name so softly, like it was some kinda prayer. “Sam…Sam…Sam…” My name had never sounded like that before, like it was important.
“Damn, I need inside you.” I pushed up to my knees. Emerson did the same, head down in the pillows. I lubed up my cock, then his hole, before my crown kissed his ring.
“Fuck me. Give it to me, Sam,” he ordered, and I didn’t plan to disobey.
I pushed in, all hot, tight heat, suction swallowing me down, like it had been waiting forever for me. I was pretty sure my dick belonged here, buried in Emerson’s ass.
“Yes…” he said, making me feel like I was flying. There was nothing I couldn’t do, nothing I couldn’t have, while I was inside him.
“This is so hot…seeing you pull me in, watching my cock disappear and knowing it’s in you. Do you like it? How do I feel?” Those were real questions, not just me trying to sound sexy or commanding, wanting him begging for my dick. I needed to be good for him.
“So fucking perfect,” Emerson replied, then pushed back against me. I thrust hard, filling him, the two of us sucking in a sharp breath together like we’d planned it.
I held his hips, dug my nails into him before pulling back and snapping forward again, over and over. My brain spun. My whole body felt like a live wire, too much pulsing energy shooting through me.