Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
He chuckled and answered, “No, you made a mess. I kept mine contained.”
“In my ass,” I grumbled as I wiped the sweat off my body before using the rag to try and wipe my spunk off the bedding.
He grabbed my hand, took the rag, and tossed it aside. “I’m not finished with you yet. No need to clean up…unless you’ve had enough, of course.”
Good God in the heavens…he looked almost shy. The sight was so hilarious, I barked out a laugh. I tugged him onto the bed, forced him to lie flat, and then snuggled up next to him. Weird, I’d never been a snuggler before Seth. “Maybe I’m not finished with you yet,” I challenged.
He rolled to his side, leaving us facing each other—chest to chest, cock to cock, and legs entwined. Using the tip of his finger, he traced the outline of my lips in the sweetest gesture ever and then dropped his hand lower to tweak my nipple. Mr. Sweets vanished right before my very eyes. Mr. Dirty Deeds took his place.
“Are you sure you can handle more? You’ve got to be sore.”
“Yeah, but that means I’m just going to feel it even more,” I answered truthfully. “I feel like I’m a gay sex god. Do you see how easily I took to it? I mean…I guess some people are just made for it, right?”
He smacked my ass. “Yeah, Sweet Tart. You slid right down that pole like a regular fireman.”
After his playful insult, he leaned in, bringing his lips closer to mine, and when I would normally panic and push someone away, I closed my eyes and waited for his mouth to touch mine. Instead, his lips went to my shoulder and began nibbling and kissing. In the same movement, he rolled me onto my back and settled himself between my legs. “Spread those legs, bitch,” he growled.
It should have pissed me off. It didn’t. I spread my legs, welcoming the feel of his larger frame forcing me against the bed—forcing my legs wide. Kissing his way down my body, he spent a little extra time sucking and biting my nipples. After only a few seconds, my body writhed beneath his. I squirmed and that ridiculous moaning started again. Our cocks bumped against each other and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t one of the most erotic feelings in my world.
“I’ve got to have you again.” His voice was even huskier than when we were in the playroom and he was in full Dom-mode.
My hand frantically searched the mattress for the packet of condoms. Score! I held my treasure in front of his face. “Looks like we’re in luck. There’s like eight more in this box.” Yanking one out, I ripped it open with my teeth, and pulled it out. I pushed on his chest, so he’d know I wanted him to lean back and let me do the honors. Needless to say, my dick was the only one I’d ever suited up before. In case things didn’t go my way and this was my last night of sex with Seth, I wanted to make sure I enjoyed every delicacy on his menu.
The condom slid on and I toyed with his cock and balls for a few seconds before he pushed my hands away with another one of his growls.
“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he ordered.
The second time was much easier—which was good because he plowed straight in. He fucked me with the fast and hard technique he’d used the first time. Then he’d done this deliciously evil thing where he went balls deep, got up on his knees, and just held me there…not moving with his cock stuffed as deep as it could go. It didn’t take long before I was squirming and wriggling, begging and cussing. I felt like a fish on a hook. I had no idea how long he tortured me that way—it felt like hours but was probably more like minutes.
Then he’d gone and really fucked with my head. His thrusts had turned slow and lazy. His dirty talk was replaced with pretty words that made my heart do weird things. His eyes worshipped me…not my body—just me. It was then that I’d lost everything. My heart soared, and I knew I loved him. He no longer fucked me. We made love.
At the end, after we’d both come, I’d kissed him. It was unclear which one of us was more shocked. Kissing was supposed to be off my table. A red light. Hard line. Non-negotiable. Something I hadn’t done since high school, and that shit couldn’t really count because I hadn’t had a clue what I was doing.
I kissed him with everything I had in me. Loving the feel of his lips on mine, their softness when everything else about him was so masculine and hard. The taste. The warmth. The way his hands held both sides of my face. His tongue. Fuck…all of it.