Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Lane groaned when I added a third, rode my hand like a damn pro, our kisses becoming sloppier, our cocks rubbing together as we thrust.
My cock and balls throbbed. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and I needed him inside me, needed to be inside him as well.
“Fuck me, Lane. Let me feel this stretching me out.” I pulled my fingers out of him and stroked his dick.
“Yes, God yes. Get on your hands and knees.”
I did as he said. His hands trembled as he opened a condom, rolled it down, then lubed up his cock. He pressed two slick fingers inside me, working me open more with them, my body feeling feverish and needy.
I looked over my shoulder when he pulled out, watching Lane as he looked down at my ass. He brushed his fingers over my balls, rubbed the length of my erection. “I can’t believe I get to see you like this. I can’t believe I get to have you.”
“Take me, then.”
Lane’s eyes shot to mine, full of fire and need. He pushed into me in one hard, fast thrust, then stilled, cock buried deep, groin against my ass. He was so big inside me, stretching me out. I reveled in the feel of him, in the burn and fullness he gave me.
He leaned over, lips ghosting over my back, then pulled back some and pumped his hips again.
Over and over and over, Lane fucked into me. My dick jerked, pleasure shooting a kaleidoscope of color and feeling inside me, around me, so bright, it was almost blinding.
I’d been fucked a lot in my life, but there was nothing in the world like being fucked by someone you loved. The closeness, the way it felt like you melded together, there was no way to describe it, so I just enjoyed the ride.
I pushed back to meet him, taking in every little sound he made, willing his hold on my hips to tighten so he’d leave marks behind.
“God, Isaac. You feel so fucking good. I’m never going to get enough of you.”
That was good because it would kill me if he did.
One of his arms wrapped around me, his hand on my cock, but I slapped it away, still fucking back onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “You do that, and this is going to be over before I get a piece of your ass too.”
“We can’t have that,” Lane replied, and pulled free. I cried out at the loss of him, at the emptiness I felt, but God, did I fucking burn to own his ass as well.
I sat on my knees, ripped open the other condom while he bit and licked and sucked my neck and shoulders. Lane tugged his rubber off, tossed it to the trash can, then gave his dick lazy strokes.
I suited up, slicked up, then added more lube to my hand. I pressed Lane down to the bed, on his stomach, then angled one leg so he bent it forward. I pushed two fingers inside him, saw he was open enough for me, and knelt behind him, straddling his other leg.
He was watching me over his shoulder, his eyes glazed over in a way I’d never seen them, like he was blissed out but ravenous for me too.
“Fuck me, Isaac. Please. Let me feel what it’s like to have your cock buried so deep inside me, you’re even more a part of me than you already are.”
My erection jerked, his words pulling more feelings out of me than anyone else’s ever could. Damn but Lane wanted it all, every little piece of me, and I would give it to him. Again, I wanted to be owned by him.
I held his ass cheek, pulled it apart, revealing his sexy hole, then pressed my cock against it, watching, my gaze unable to land anywhere other than where I was breaching him, where I was pushing inside him, the hot glove of his body wrapping around me.
“Fuck…Lane…you don’t even know. Christ, you feel so damn good.”
“You do too. I can’t believe it’s you inside me.”
His hole opened for me, made room for me to sink in until my groin met his ass. I pulled back slowly, pushed in again the same way, taking him gently, savoring this feeling and moment for as long as I could.
Lane thrust toward the bed, clearly trying for friction against his erection.
“Harder, Isaac. I want it hard, want to feel you for days.”
My. Fucking. Pleasure.
I snapped my hips forward the way he’d asked me to, long, deep, quick pumps of my hips. The bed hit the wall. Lane’s body vibrated. We fucked so brutally, I thought the whole world could hear us, and I wanted that, wanted to claim him so everyone knew he was mine.
He wrapped a hand around himself and started to stroke, which was really fucking good because otherwise, I’d finish before him.