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)
“I can’t wait for you to claim my hole.”
A wave of pleasure washed over me, making my body buzz with electricity. “This is just fucking,” I reiterated, partly for him and partly because I still needed to talk myself into this. I was going to fuck Parrish Hunt. It was so far from any reality I’d seen for myself when I got out.
“Stop stalling and fuck me…and even though I want to give it up to you, I might make you work for it.”
His words were a flame to my lust, making it burn even hotter.
Parrish tried to maneuver his way around, but I pushed him against the door again, holding him against it. My other arm wrapped around him again, working to unbutton and unzip his jeans, which wasn’t easy with only one hand.
I wasn’t dumb enough to think he couldn’t get out of my hold if he wanted, but so far he was letting me have my way with him. Once his pants were open, I struggled to tug them down.
“Would you like some help?” he asked, his voice mocking.
“Fuck you.”
“Those are your two favorite words.”
When my mouth opened, I knew they were going to come out again, so I snapped it closed. I let go of him where I was pressing against his back, giving myself two hands to jerk his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees.
Parrish had a great ass—tight and round, just a slight amount of fur, something that had always turned me on when I was with a man. While I thought women were beautiful, it was in a softer way. I loved the rough masculinity of being with a man, and Parrish had that in spades.
I cupped his ass cheeks, teased his crease again, while Parrish was fumbling to step out of his shoes and take off his jeans. “I thought you were going to make me work for it?” I asked when his clothes were beside him on the floor.
“Just because I want to be naked doesn’t mean I’ve given in.”
He whipped around before I could stop him. While he still had his shirt on, the front view was just as good as the back. His dick stood tall, veins bulging, precum at the tip. He was thick, his pubes darker than the hair on his head, balls full. It made my prick ache, my body strain as I tried to hold back how much I wanted him—no, wanted someone. My mouth watered, but I wasn’t sure I had it in me to get on my knees and suck off Parrish Hunt.
He jerked his shirt over his head. “Look your fill.”
He was magnificent. I hated thinking shit like that when it came to him, but he was everything I looked for in a man. I wondered what his skin would feel like against mine, how our hard muscles would rub and fit together. How the hair on his chest would be rough against mine, how hot his cock would be in my hand. What each muscle and valley of his abs would taste like.
“Jesus, Riv. The way you’re looking at me. I swear I feel your gaze like you’re touching me.” He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, trying to tug me closer. He eased his mouth toward mine, but I turned my head.
He frowned, and when our gazes locked, his mouth chased mine again, but he didn’t hit his mark. Fucking was one thing, but I wasn’t kissing him. Couldn’t kiss him. Kissing was too intimate, something I couldn’t have with him, or hell, maybe not with anyone. I didn’t know how to do that anymore. Maybe I never had. Not really.
“Okay, I can work with that. Let’s make my teenage fantasy come to life and get you out of these clothes before you try to fuck me.”
“I don’t need to try. You’ll give it to me.”
“Truth. I don’t know why I’m pretending I won’t.”
He went for my jeans, fumbling to get them open. Every time his fingers brushed over my aching cock, a tremor of desire ran through me. I’d never wanted someone so bad, never needed to fuck so bad. Again, it couldn’t be about the man being Parrish specifically. I wanted nothing to do with him; it was this action I needed so badly. Maybe it was feeling wanted that I needed too.
Just as he began tugging my jeans down, I ripped my shirt over my head. The second I was naked, Parrish’s hand was around my dick, stroking roughly. I grabbed his ass, squeezed his cheeks, then bit into the top of his shoulder. I wanted my mouth on him, even though I didn’t want to kiss him.
He laughed. “This no-kissing rule is gonna make things difficult, isn’t it?” Before I could respond, he said, “Let me guess. Fuck me?”