Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Before I knew it, washing each other became more a need to just touch and grab, and I deepened the kiss as my hunger grew.
“You have to tell me if you wanna include more limits,” I murmured.
“I will—but that’s the only thing I can think of.” He nipped at my bottom lip and covered my ass with his hands. “This is mine. You only bottom for me—and the boys when that mood strikes.”
I exhaled a groan as he slipped two fingers between my ass cheeks, and I locked my arms around his neck.
His hard cock pressed against my own.
“It feels like you need something.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t ask. I know you hate that.” With that said, he spun me around and held me steady, then pushed me up against the wall.
I sucked in a breath and planted my hands against the tiles.
My heart started pounding. Desire flowed through me, hot like lava, and I braced myself for his forcefulness.
Within seconds, he’d slicked himself up with the oil we kept here, and then I felt the head of his cock. He dragged it up and down between my cheeks as he dropped openmouthed kisses along my neck. I shivered violently and arched back.
He pushed in without a word, slowly for the first couple of inches, and then swiftly until he was buried balls deep. I gritted my teeth against the sharp burn and let out a growl-like sound and slapped the wall. Jesus fucking Christ. All of a sudden, my body came to life in a way it only did when pain was involved. Addictive fucking adrenaline, senses sharpened, lungs expanding with each deep breath, social conventions taking a fucking hike to make room for animalistic heat.
“I love you,” he whispered shallowly in my ear. “You drive me fucking crazy at times, but I can’t live without you.”
A shudder ripped through me, and I tilted my head back. He took the hint and kissed me hard, deeply, and started fucking me in short thrusts.
Next, he snaked an arm around me and stroked my cock, and I moaned into the kiss and swirled my tongue around his. Fuck me, he felt good. He knew just how to take me too. It was always the same for us; whenever we fucked, someone was taking pleasure from the other mercilessly, and it would never get old.
When we needed more space, we broke the kiss, and I faced forward. He gripped my hips and found the perfect angle for deep fucking. Long, hard thrusts that created a slapping sound against my ass cheeks.
“I might make Noa ask for my permission before he fucks his Daddy,” he said.
Jesus.
“Just so everyone’s clear that I own your ass,” he moaned.
I hauled in a ragged breath and clenched my jaw, mindfucked by his declaration because it sent me in two opposite directions. I reveled in his possessiveness—fuck, I wanted to swim around in it—and I saw my green light to act the same way with him. And…well, I didn’t do well with rules…
“As long as you’re prepared for my retaliation,” I gritted out.
“Always, baby. Fuck—always.”
Good. God, so good. I groaned and started meeting every thrust, and I stroked myself quickly, the pressure building up, the pleasure raging through me.
“Even if that means I’ll let the boys watch when I put the bossy Master in his place?”
He chuckled huskily and sank his teeth into my shoulder.
I hissed, the pain only fueling my excitement.
“I’m ready for that too,” he said eventually.
Perfect response. He was ready for me to be me, and then I’d be prepared for how he reacted in return.
Life was gonna get even more interesting from here on out.
We were lucky bastards.
When Lucian sped up, I could sense he needed to get off. He batted away my hand from my cock too, so I hoped he had plans to take care of me.
“Go on,” I whispered hoarsely. “Fill my ass. It’s yours.”
He let out a moan that bounced off the walls, and when I peered back at him, he was looking down. Down at where he was pounding into me. While biting his lip. Eyes hooded, dark desire written all over, jaw clenched.
I grabbed on to the handlebar so I could hold myself up a little easier. Less strain on my legs meant I could direct all my focus on his big cock pushing in and out of me. He was so goddamn hard—and there he goes. He cursed and dug his fingers into my hips, and then he was coming.
I clenched down around him, craving the sting and wanting to prolong his orgasm, and he groaned and rocked deeper into me. He stayed buried, and I could feel the effects of his climax throbbing through his cock. His lips touched my neck, and I shivered. I fucking needed. I couldn’t deal with ghosting touches now. I needed him to grab me roughly and preferably swallow my cock whole.