Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
He took me into his mouth again, sucking and licking, his finger teasing me. I thrust toward him, fisted my hands in the blanket, and holy fuck, this Clark needed to come out and play much more often.
“If you don’t stick something inside me, I’m gonna kill you—oh fuck.” My body melted into the bed when Clark pushed a finger in.
He stilled. “Is that a good oh fuck?”
“The best oh fuck that ever fucked,” I joked, and he laughed. “Come here.” I tugged him over me so he could kiss me again. Clark’s tongue swept my mouth while his finger fucked into my ass. I knew his taste, his scent, the feel of his body and the little sounds he made.
I groaned, pulling his hair again when one finger became two, and he kept stroking inside me. “Damn, that feels so good.” My back arched off the bed. My balls were full, aching, my cock leaking onto my belly.
“Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than you writhing beneath me,” Clark said. “I can’t believe it’s me who’s making you do it.”
My heart jumped a little at that. Oh, my sweet Clark. “Believe it, and please, please, fuck me, before I throw you down on the mattress and just ride your dick.”
Clark growled, then kissed me hard. Suddenly his fingers were gone, and I called out for him. “I’m right here, gorgeous. I’m not going anywhere,” he said, and oh, I liked that, liked hearing Clark call me gorgeous. He moved away from me, and I missed the heat of his body instantly. “I want you on your hands and knees now. I, um…wanna see your ass in the air.”
“Yes, sir,” I said playfully, scrambling to do exactly what he said. He knelt behind me, using more lube on his fingers as I shook my ass for him. Clark smiled and swatted it. “Oh, baby, do it again. Spank me!” I joked.
Clark laughed like I hoped he would. “God, you’re so fun,” he said softly. “I feel fun with you.”
“You are fun.” My voice was more serious this time. That wasn’t a joke. I loved every second I spent with him.
“Shh. I have to concentrate.”
I looked over my shoulder to see Clark staring at my ass, watching intently as he pushed two fingers inside me again. Then, “Oh yeah. Just like that.” He added a third, working me with them, stretching me. It’d been a while since I’d been with anyone, so I needed it.
“I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this…watching my fingers push into your hole.”
“Just wait until it’s your cock, only don’t wait too long because I’m dying for it.”
Clark leaned over and kissed the back of my shoulders and down my spine, still playing and working those fingers into my ass. I was sweating, babbling, begging him to fuck me, before I again missed the fullness when he pulled out.
His fingers trembled as he opened the condom and suited up, as he used more lube to slick himself.
“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t be nervous. It’ll be good.”
“I’m just hoping I don’t come the second I’m inside you.”
“If so, we’ll just have to keep practicing until we get it perfect.”
My eyes didn’t leave him as he leaned over again and kissed the base of my spine, sweetly, so damn sweetly. He held the root of his cock, rubbed the head against my hole, and not for the first time, I whimpered…and he started to push in.
“Oh fuck…oh Jesus… Goddamn, you’re so hot, so tight. Fuck.”
I’d never heard Clark curse so much in my life. “Keep going. I want it. You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting you to dick me down.”
My words somehow let something loose inside him. Clark snapped his hips forward, burying himself in my ass. I cried out, and he froze. “Shit. I’m sorry. Was that too hard?”
“No. Hell no. Don’t you pull out of me. I want it like that. Fuck me hard.”
Fire flared in Clark’s eyes. His grip on my hips tightened, and he pulled out and thrust again, over and over, taking me hard. Now it was him babbling, and I’d make out a word every now and again: Sky, so good, want you, my Sky.
That last one made my breathing pick up and my world spin on its axis. He’d called me his, and I didn’t hate it, maybe wanted it, but I was scared to want it, so I told myself it was just the sex that had me losing my head.
I pushed back against him, moved with him, squeezing and tightening my hole on his shaft. I wanted this to be good, so good he wanted it all the time, wanted me. I might be fucked up when it came to the relationship stuff he wanted, but this, the sex? I could give him that.