Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“But it’s much more fun to torture you.” Riven’s tongue traced circles around my crown.
My eyes fell closed when he did it again, my body already feeling jittery. I’d had too many blowjobs to count, but this was Riven, and that made it feel like so much more. “Please, Riv,” I found myself asking.
“Please what?” his husky voice whispered over my cock.
“Suck me. Fuck me. Give me something.”
His rough hands landed on my thighs, sliding up and down just before his mouth closed over my prick. He sucked me to the back of his throat, the hot, wet suction sending me into a tailspin.
I knocked his hat off, fisted his hair. Used it for leverage while I fucked up and into Riven’s skilled mouth. For someone who hadn’t done this in years, he was good. He gagged when my dick hit the back of his throat, but he never pulled off, never eased back. He took it, making hungry sounds around my cock like he was ravenous for it, dying for the cum in my balls. I wanted to feed it to him, but I wanted him in my ass too.
As if reading my mind, Riven jerked off me, shoved to his feet, and began working to get out of his clothes. His T-shirt went first, then his jeans and underwear, before he was standing in front of me, hard cock in my face, and damn, I had to take a moment to appreciate the view.
Riven was gorgeous. His body was a work of art, muscles cut, and he was tall, long, and lean. Freckles danced across his shoulders, and I knew from seeing him before that they went all the way down his back. His lips looked like they had been sculpted, jaw chiseled, dark hair hanging over his forehead.
I wrapped a hand around his back, tugging him closer. Since he wouldn’t let me kiss his lips, I pressed mine to his stomach, then the tip of the erection standing against his stomach. A bead of precum followed, stretching between my mouth and his dick until it broke. I sucked down his salty taste, savoring Riven’s sharp inhale.
“Hands and knees, in the center of the mattress.”
“You’re lucky I want you so bad. I don’t usually follow orders so easily.” I did as he said, waiting while Riven knelt behind me. Once his fingers were lubed, he drew circles on my rim, me now the one nearly gasping.
I spread my legs farther, giving him better access, while my hands fisted in a pillow, dick throbbing and leaking.
A long “Fuuuuck” dragged out of Riven’s mouth, sounding more desperate than I had ever heard him.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, needing to be dicked down in ways I never had.
“Jesus, I’m going to nut the second I’m inside you.”
“You’ll make it up to me.”
“It’s not happening again.”
“That’s what you said the first time—God yes!” The last part rushed from me when he pushed a slick finger inside me, twisting it while he pressed in and out.
I stroked my dick while I pushed back, chasing the sensation, until Riven added a second digit.
He fucked me with them, fast, then slow, me riding his hand, his fingers twisting and stretching. “So tight. It’s killing me not to just wreck you.”
Need stormed through me, spurring me on, making me tremble with years of pent-up desire. “Do it. Wreck me, Riven. I want it.”
“Christ,” he cursed, pulling out of me, leaving my ass empty while his shaky hands grabbed for the condom wrapper.
Riven ripped it open, me still jerking myself off as I watched over my shoulder. Riven covered himself, and seconds later he was lubed up, hands tight and bruising on my hips as he lined himself up, bottoming out in one swift thrust.
The pressure, along with the burn of my body stretching to accommodate him, made me cry out. It was the good kind of pain, where my body gave itself to someone in return for the sweetest pleasure.
He didn’t go easy on me, like he really was trying to wreck me, to ruin me, thighs slapping against the back of mine, his grip punishing as he took out years of celibacy and maybe anger out on me.
I wanted it all.
Fucking craved it.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, railing into me, dick hitting my prostate just right.
“Yes. Christ yes.” Sweat dripped into my eyes, making them sting. Riven’s blunt nails dug into my hips, his groin paddling my ass cheeks with each thrust.
The sounds of sex echoed through the room. My body was jittery, ready to dissolve into a thousand pieces if I didn’t come soon. When Riven swatted my hand away, his slick palm replacing mine, hammering my ass while he jacked my cock, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
My balls drew up, body lighting from the inside out as my orgasm overtook me. Cum shot all over the bed and his hand, kept coming like there was a never-ending supply in my balls and I’d come all night.