Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“You’re not old. I’ll only say that when we’re about to fuck, though. Otherwise, I’ll continue to tease you.”
“You’re full of mischief, Mr. Wescott.”
“Oh damn. Calling me that during sex is kinda hot.”
“Kinda?”
“Who’s the cocky brat now? So are we going to talk or get naked because I’m not sure how long you can keep it up at your age.”
He laughed, buried his face in my neck, and kissed me there. “What do you want, brat? Do you want to fuck me?” He held my ass and ground his erection against mine. “Or do you want to give me your hole again? It’s up to you.”
I wanted them both, all of it. Loved what Harrison did to my body. “Fuck me.”
“You’re full of surprises. Supplies?” he asked.
I went to the nightstand and pulled lube and a condom from the drawer. When I went to lie on the futon, Harrison wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me up. “I want you over your desk.”
My cock twitched in its confines as lust shot through me. He was so damn hot. Sex with Harrison was incredible. “You’re not even going to ask nicely?”
“Bend over so you can give me your ass…please.” He smacked my butt, making me chuckle. I watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His bulge was huge, butterflies throwing a party in my stomach as I remembered what it was like to have him inside me. When he shoved his pants down, they got stuck on his shoes, and we both laughed again as he fumbled to get naked. “I swear I’ve done this before, but something about you makes me lose my head.”
Oh…again, how did I respond to that? It was so foreign to me, the way Harrison spoke and the things he said, the way he treated me like I was important. None of the men I’d fucked before were like that, though that was mostly quickies with app hookups or in a bar bathroom. It wasn’t with someone I knew. Someone who was my friend.
As if he could tell I was getting up in my head, Harrison said, “Don’t think…don’t stress out…just let me make you feel good.”
He was in just his briefs when he pulled me to him and kissed me hard, tongue taking over my mouth. I melted against him while his hands fumbled to open my jeans. Harrison didn’t pull back, didn’t stop his possession of my mouth as he shoved them and my underwear down my thighs.
He kissed his way down my chest, abs, then knelt in front of me. With a hand wrapped around my cock, he gave me one tight stroke, making me hiss.
“Oh look, you gave me a gift too.” He swiped his tongue across my slit, licking the precum there.
My knees damn near gave out. Did all older men fuck like Harrison? If so, I’d been missing out.
“Wow…have I finally rendered you speechless?”
“You wish.”
“No. I like to hear you speak.”
I cocked my head, looked down at this man who was on his knees for me, this older man, this wealthy man who jogged with me and who’d brought me a gift and… “What are you doing here with me?”
“About to fuck my friend’s tight little hole. That is, unless he’s changed his mind, of course.”
I shook my head.
Harrison finished taking off my clothes, then smacked my ass. “Over the desk.” He shoved the chair out of the way, and I set the supplies on top of the desk, then bent over it. He knelt behind me, his large hands on my cheeks, spreading them open. “Just as pretty and pink as I remember.” He rubbed his thumb over me.
My eyes rolled back. “Fuck…please…”
“You want my tongue first?”
“I don’t care. Yes. Something. Anything.” Harrison leaned in and lapped at my rim. My body tingled, pulses of electric current shooting through me as I pushed back against him, wiggled, grabbed the desk, dropped my head back, and moaned. “Yes…God yes.”
There was nothing in the world quite like having your ass eaten, and Harrison did it like a pro, feasting on me, savoring me like I was his favorite dessert. He used his tongue on me, then fingers and his tongue again. He pushed it inside me, fucked me with it while my dick leaked all over my desk. My balls were aching, ready to empty as he ran his tongue up and down my crack.
“Fuck me… Christ, Harrison, give me your cock.”
“Eager today, aren’t you?” But he shoved to his feet, ripped open the condom, and rolled it down his impressive length. He lubed up next, his dick, my hole, then reached around and pumped some onto my cock as well.
He pressed two slick fingers inside me, my ass pushing to meet him, fucking myself on his digits, and I wasn’t even embarrassed about it. Sex was…sex was fucking awesome. Why didn’t I let myself have this more often?