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)
His words made my dick throb, vibrating through my whole body. When our eyes met, I tried to show him the words I couldn’t say with a mouth full of dick. Do it. Give it to me. I wanna feel it.
Parrish grinned, half mischief, half sex, and I knew he understood what I wanted. Hand still on my face, he thrust his hips forward. The head of his prick hit the back of my throat, making me gag, but that’s what I needed. To gag on his cock over and over and over again before I made his hole mine.
I reached out and held his tight ass, felt the muscles flex beneath my fingers while Parrish pumped his hips. I was in a rhythm now, alternating between swallowing around him as best as I could and letting him choke me with his dick. It made my throat burn, my eyes water, but it also gave me something, eased the wild storms inside me, but maybe that was just something about Parrish. This whole thing…and from the first day he’d come to my house, I’d been different with him. I was so tired of fighting it. I’d spent my life fighting—myself, other people, Rex, my instincts that were always telling me to do the wrong thing. But all that faded to the background when I was with Parrish.
His balls slapped against my chin, his cock punishing, but his gaze so gentle. When his fist tightened in my hair and he kept his dick lodged in my throat, I panicked, tried to pull away, fought to breathe, but Parrish didn’t let me go on my terms, he let me go on his, and…fuck, why did that make my prick swell even more? Why did it make my whole body feel primed and insatiable?
“Again,” I told him, and he obeyed. Over and over and over again, making my throat his, taking control over me in a way I had never given to anyone before. He controlled whether I breathed or not, chose to give me air when he knew I needed it. There was no one I would trust with that like I did Parrish. No one I would crave it from the way I did with him.
“I gotta stop, or I’m gonna empty my balls before you take my ass. I want to come with your dick inside me.”
I shook with need for him. I felt feral, like I couldn’t control myself when I shoved to my feet and slammed my mouth down on his. My tongue immediately pushed into his mouth, taking over what was mine. Jesus, had kissing always been this good? I didn’t think so, couldn’t ever remember it being like this. Not with anyone else.
Parrish’s fingers worked the button and zipper on my jeans while my tongue chased the pleasure of his mouth. He shoved them down, and I forced myself to pull away enough to get my T-shirt over my head before I was on him again, kissing him and backing him up. I didn’t know how we didn’t trip and fall, but we didn’t, and eventually we were at the picnic table, right where I wanted him.
I tugged his shirt off, licked the drops of sweat on his collarbone and down his chest.
“Fuck, Riv. Love having your mouth on me.” He fisted the strands of my hair again, giving them a tug until it burned.
We managed to work all my clothes off, then stood there, Parrish’s ass against the metal table. He danced his fingers over the freckles on my shoulders. “I love these. I wanted to kiss them when I was younger. Wanted to spend the whole day counting each and every one of them.”
“Fuck,” I gritted out, not knowing what else to say. I didn’t have deep words inside me, not the way he did. Still, his made my heart pump harder. “I want you right here, bent over this table.”
“Then take me.”
Shivers ran the length of me, my body feeling like it would burst under the pressure of how much I wanted him.
I rushed to the tent, grabbed the lube and a condom, Parrish right where I left him, wearing nothing but sun-kissed skin and a smile.
I pressed my body to his, unable to keep myself from taking his mouth again. Parrish moaned into the kiss, feeding me all his sounds, and I swallowed them greedily. He thrust against me, our cocks rubbing together while I gave him this thing that was impossible to keep from him—my mouth always starving for his.
I was breathless when I pulled away, then stepped back so I could turn him around. He went easily. I kissed each knot of his spine, working my way down his body. When I knelt behind him, Parrish widened his stance, spreading his legs and bending over to give me better access.