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)
Riv pushed back against me, his hole softening up. I pulled back to suck my finger into my mouth, then watched it slowly dip inside him.
“Fuck…”
“Relax. You’re tightening up.”
“Why didn’t I think of that?” Sarcasm dripped from his words.
“You want me to stop?”
“No. Keep going.”
So I did, teasing my finger inside him, past the first ring of muscle, while kissing his ass and flicking his hole with my tongue.
He made muffled, bit-back sounds, said words I couldn’t understand, while I thrust my finger in and out of him. His body was so tight and hot that I swear I could’ve come just from finger-banging his ass.
But I wanted to taste it more too. I eased out, hearing a sharp sound pull out of Riven, before I immediately replaced my finger with my tongue. He was soft and open enough that I could get it inside him, cheeks in my hands as I kept him open and feasted off him.
“Parrish… I…” His words became unintelligible again as I savored his hot little ass on my face. “Suck me. Need to bust my nut down your throat.”
My cock twitched inside my swim trunks. When he put it like that, it was even more of a fuck yes.
I jerked back, watching his hole close, which, damn, it was one of the sexiest sights of my life. I shoved my shorts down while Riven turned around, and then I was immediately on his cock, taking him to the back of my throat and swallowing him down. My hand moved along my cock, jacking myself as best as I could. It wasn’t the smoothest ride at the moment, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t going to take much for me to come.
His hand tightened in my hair, Riven tilting my head up. Our gazes collided while he eased out, then flexed his hips forward again.
“That’s it. Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Let me feed you my cum. Never in my whole damn life have I seen something sexier than you on your knees for me.”
His words made my heart balloon, expand so big that it was pressing against my ribs and opening up my chest. Hearing Riven say something like that to me wasn’t something I ever would have expected.
I didn’t take my gaze off him, and Riven didn’t remove his from me as he pulled out and thrust forward again. He made me gag, which we both loved. My eyes watered while he railed into my mouth, taking it like it was my ass, and goddamned if I didn’t love it.
I was on the verge of coming myself, so when Riven’s movements became jerkier, quicker, more urgent, I let go. My balls drew up and I shot, and the second I did, the salty taste of his release splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed him down, Riven’s cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat while I painted the ground with my own.
“I’ve never…”
I frowned before realizing what he was saying. “Never let someone finger or eat your ass?”
He nodded.
I grinned. Fuck yes. “I’m glad it was me. That ass is mine.”
Riven rolled his eyes.
I tried to catch my breath as he tugged me to my feet, and then his hand went to my throat, holding on, before he leaned in and…kissed it, so softly, so gently.
“Was I too rough with you?” He pressed his lips to my Adam’s apple.
“No. It was perfect.”
He was perfect.
I had completely and utterly fallen for Riven McKenna.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Riven
After he blew me by the lake, we cleaned up, got dressed, and went back to camp. We made lunch, then went for a hike. Parrish would give me a knowing smile when I checked the security cameras at home, or called to check on Grandma.
His optimism about the world was so confusing to me. He’d grown up surrounded by the same shit people I had, only he’d lived with it every day of his life, in his home before moving out, so I couldn’t understand why it was so much easier for him to look on the bright side than it was for me. Why he still had hope and tried to spoon-feed it to me, and why I wanted to let him.
Being around him felt so damn good, and I’d had so little of that, which made it hard for me to accept it, or know what to do with it. But at the same time, I wanted to hold on tight, to pull him close and feed off that goodness until it filled me up too. I needed to soak it all in before it was taken away from me, or before I fucked it up somehow.
The last thing I wanted was to hurt Parrish, but I was good at hurting people who cared about me. It made me think about the ways Grandma had shown her love while I was growing up, how she had tried to get me to smile or get me into healthy activities, to join school clubs and things like that, but all I had ever done was shoot her down, while inside, I’d wanted to pull her closer.