Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I flinch at his words, but there’s no sense in arguing with a drunk person. “Maybe you should.”
Clearly stung by my agreement, his eyes glisten with emotion. “Fuck you, man.”
“Jax—”
He starts to pull off my lap, but I don’t want to let him go. I yank him back into my arms, squeezing him and burying my face against his chest.
“Please don’t go,” I whisper.
The tension in his body relaxes and his fingers slide through my hair, stroking me in a comforting way I’ve grown to love by him.
“I’m tipsy and feeling good,” he murmurs, “but I’m not blackout drunk. I want to try this now because…” He swallows audibly. “I’m afraid it’ll hurt. Since everything is numb and tingling, I thought it would be a good time to try.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you or make you regret it later.”
He grips my hair, pulling back so I’m forced to look up at him. “I regret nothing with you. Not one single second. I want it all, Dante. Everything you’ll give me.”
“You wanted me to leave,” I argue, still hurt by his words.
“I wanted you to stay and fight for me.”
“Don’t play games with me, Jax. I’m too old for that shit.”
“And when it comes to dating, I’m pretty damn inexperienced at it,” he says, smirking. “Which means it’s just one more thing you need to teach me. How to get fucked and not play games.”
“Some games are fun,” I tease, smiling at him.
“Everything with you is fun.” He stands up and shoves his boxers down, revealing his thick, bouncing cock. “I’ll be right back.”
I stare after his flexing ass, groaning as he disappears around the corner. Quickly, I flick through the buttons of my dress shirt and peel it open, exposing my chest. I’ve barely gotten my pants unfastened when he arrives. His dark gaze penetrates me as I shove my boxers and pants down my thighs. He wastes no time waiting for me to continue to undress, tearing the condom open with his teeth and straddling my lap.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growls. “And mine.”
I hiss when he rolls the rubber over my dick. He uses teasing movements to rub lube all over my dick. Grabbing hold of my slick cock, he positions himself over it, but I stop him with a shake to my head.
“Not so fast, boy. Let me get you ready first.”
Appreciation flickers in his eyes and he nods. I lubricate my fingers and then slide them beneath him, seeking out his tight, virgin hole. He whines when I tease at the puckered flesh. I know he’s desperate for it when he slowly impales himself on my finger. My dick is twitching with need as I watch him gently fuck my finger.
“Feel good?” I murmur, leaning forward to suck on his hard nipple.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Want more?”
“Yes,” he rasps out.
Slowly, I press another finger into him, careful to twist and scissor the both of them to stretch his body. Once he’s easily fucking my two fingers, I tease his nipple with my tongue and teeth, occasionally massaging his prostate. His ass tightens around my fingers. Based on the whimpers escaping him, he’s loving every second of this and eager to come. I focus my efforts on his prostate. My other hand lazily strokes his dick while my teeth do a number on his nipple.
“Oh, fuck,” he chokes. “Dante, fuck.”
“That’s it,” I croon. “Come, baby.”
His body trembles and he cries out. When hot cum hits my upper chest, signaling his release, I take the moment of his pleasure to insert another finger. He pushes against my fingers, hungry to prolong the incredible feeling. Cum continues to shoot at me. Once he’s all wrung out, I slip my fingers out of his ass and grip onto his hips.
“Guide yourself onto my dick,” I instruct, my head tilted up to see his handsome face. “If it hurts, stop. Go slow.”
He takes hold of my slick dick and situates himself over it. Slowly, he eases down over the fat crown. Because he’s nice and ready to take me, he glides over my cock, fully seating himself without much resistance.
“Holy shit,” he rasps out. “Holy shit.”
I chuckle, my palms roaming up his bare ribs. “Indeed. Now fuck me, Sheriff. I’ve waited so long for this.”
His gaze swiftly changes from lust to something else. Something that makes my heart skip double time in my chest. He rocks up and down along my shaft, his fingers running through the mess of cum on my chest. His wet fingers make their way to my mouth.
“Want a taste?”
I suck on his offered fingers, pinning him with a heated stare. “Mmm.”
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, replacing them with his tongue. Our kiss is fervent and needy. I begin meeting his movements as he fucks me, thrusting upward each time. His fingers rip at my hair as he kisses me like I might disappear at any moment.