Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Give me your cock,” I said. I didn’t care that I sounded desperate.
He placed a palm on the small of my back, pushing me back down toward the bed a little and putting me where he wanted me. My heart knocked in my chest. I felt him push up against my hole, and some part of me instantly knew what he’d meant when he told me I wasn’t ready.
Because his cock felt nothing like his fingers had.
I’d heard my brothers joke about “one finger, two fingers, cock” more times than I could count, but experiencing it in reality was wildly different than I could ever have imagined. I groaned as he started to slowly sink into me, clutching a fistful of bedsheets in my hand.
“God,” I said. “How much is that?”
“Not even past the tip, sweetie,” Kace said, squeezing my hip.
I bit down hard on my tongue. “Don’t call me sweetie.”
“You love it. And you can take my cock.”
I didn’t believe him. Not right now. Not as his stupid fucking monster cock was slowly pressing into my way-too-tight hole, and it felt like I was going to crack in two before I ever got to feel him truly fuck me.
I grabbed for the sheets again, breathing evenly. Something about the stretching pain was motivating, and all I wanted to do was please him, in that moment. I wanted to bear it all. I wanted to be good, and have him tell me I was good. And I really, really wanted him to get to fuck me.
For a few minutes I was swearing under my breath and silently praying to every god that Kace wouldn’t stop.
When I groaned louder, he gave me a moment. Slowed down. Let me chill out and get used to him being in me. But he also seemed to sense the exact moment when my body truly relaxed—because as I lightened my grip on the bedsheets, Kace finally pushed all the way inside of me, and I felt his thighs push up against my ass.
“God, yes,” I said.
“You’re fucking incredible.”
“You’re too fucking big.”
Kace let out a low laugh. “Thank you. Just breathe.”
I did as he said. He stayed inside me, letting me get used to his size, and another transformation occurred over the next couple of minutes.
The pain all but disappeared. It subsided, allowing me to feel all sorts of other sensations. My own cock throbbed in front of me, hanging there neglected, like I’d forgotten all about it until this moment. But now it got hard as a fucking diamond again, realizing that having Kace inside me was exactly what I needed.
I squeezed around him.
“Mmh,” he hummed. “There you go.”
“Want you,” was all I could say. “So bad.”
Kace slowly started to thrust his hips. He was still slow at first, but as I started to push back against him, he realized he could do what he wanted with me.
“You are mine,” he growled, pushing inside of me hard.
“I have been for a while.”
For so many years, all I’d been doing is giving. Giving my time, my energy, and every bit of care that I could, to everyone in my life. Now I was feeling what it was like to truly receive, in every sense of the word. Kace was giving me that, like a gift. Showing me that I was still worthy of attention and praise and stupidly fucking hot desire, no matter how much I’d been through. And all I wanted to do was return that desire, tenfold, back to him.
And it turned me the fuck on.
“So good,” Kace was saying. “Too good, Nathan.”
He reached one hand around and the moment his hand even grazed my cock, I felt something start to crest inside me.
“Touch me and I’ll lose control,” I warned him. “So close already—”
“I’m going to come,” he said. “You feel way too goddamn good.”
It was like his words were some kind of permission. The moment his hand squeezed around my cock I let the wave crash over me, my body becoming nothing but a conduit for sensation as I came all over his sheets. Kace filled me up and I pushed back against him, needing every inch of him hitting me deep.
“Holy fuck, I needed you,” Kace uttered before letting out a low growl, his cock pulsing inside me as he came. He clutched against my body, his thighs pressed up against my ass, his hands gripping my skin like he was holding onto me for life.
We were both in oblivion.
And for that moment, frozen in time, everything in the world felt right. Everything made sense. Of course Kace and I were made for one another, even though it was so improbable that we’d ever meet. Of course he was my person. Of course I wanted to be with him more than anyone I’d ever known, regardless of the fact that he was a man.