Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Fox’s body went limp, his left leg slipping off Bull’s hip and the other falling open at his side like an eagle spreading his gorgeous wings. He caught one of Fox’s legs behind the knee and hooked it over his shoulder, bending his lover with an ease that made his cock jerk violently and throw him off his rhythm. If he’d ever had one. Bull’s mind was a haze of manic yearning, and each thrust inside Fox’s hot body only sent him deeper into oblivion. Nothing mattered in this moment except them.
Fox’s hard cock pulsed between their slick bodies, their bond too close, too tight for Bull to wedge his hand in between to stroke him. It didn’t matter. Fox’s light eyes flashed before he hollered Bull’s name, and his channel gripped his cock in a vicious hug as he sprayed his warm seed between them.
Bull’s muscles locked as Fox came apart under him. Clinging to Bull and not letting go as he spurted again and again, moaning a pretty sound that Bull hadn’t known he could make. He held off his orgasm for as long as he could, but the more Fox’s scorching body pulsed around him, the more he knew he couldn’t fight it. Bull pumped his hips, feeling overstimulated, his cock thickening and his orgasm so close that it felt like fire licking down his spine. He kissed the inside of Fox’s knee still pressed against his cheek and dropped his forehead to his, moaning as if he was dying.
“Dom. Come inside me. Be the first.” Fox damn near purred, his body pliant and at Bull’s complete mercy.
His hips bucked eagerly before he buried himself deep enough that Fox would feel him the rest of the day. Fox held him around his waist, his other hand gripping a handful of Bull’s hair. He gazed into Fox’s eyes and did what he’d begged him to do.
The pleasure hit him everywhere at once, making him grunt so hard at the first jolt of release that it hurt his throat. Fox’s body milked him, and Bull gave in, allowed the wave of his orgasm to crash over them like a tsunami. He came so hard and so much that it was borderline embarrassing.
“S’warm,” Fox sighed, sensually gazing up at Bull through lazy wheat-colored lashes as if he were IV’d to a sedative, causing Bull to leak even more.
He remembered rolling to his side and taking the man in his arms with him. Then, nothing else. Only peace.
Fox was first awakened by his cell phone buzzing somewhere in the pockets of his discarded jeans, then the feel of Bull’s warm body draped over his. He tried to stretch his limbs, but damn the man on top of him weighed a delicious ton. Fox cracked open heavy lids and squinted at his surroundings. Sharp white light stung his eyes as the early morning sun’s rays pierced through the window. How in the hell is it morning already? He groaned at the wonderful aches he felt all over as he attempted to turn around, but found himself clutched too tight to move.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Bull’s morning voice brought Fox’s dick to full attention as heat spread across his chest.
“If I don’t move, will you stay right here with me?” Fox whispered. “In bed all day.”
Bull was no longer clutching his arms, and he’d been quiet so long that Fox snapped his head around to see if he’d said the wrong thing. Bull was studying him, his beautiful brown eyes the color of rust in the morning sunshine, and Fox reached up and cupped his cheek.
“Damn. I can’t believe how long I’ve waited for someone to ask me that question?” Bull’s gaze was so intense that Fox knew he wasn’t joking.
“What?” he asked, settling comfortably onto his side so that they faced each other, and wrapped his leg around Bull’s hip. Bull gripped it and tugged his thigh higher on his waist before pulling him closer. Fox was nestled snugly against that warm chest, and before he knew what the hell he was doing, he was burrowing under Bull’s stubbled chin like a clingy one-night stand.
“I’m not used to waking up next to anyone.” Bull pressed his mouth to the top of Fox’s head, his arms tightening around his shoulders. His voice sounded scratchy as if he had a sore throat, his words slow and dragging as if his mind was warming up. “I get up at 5:00 a.m., seven days a week. I always wanted a reason to sleep in, besides being ill. No one’s ever asked me to stay in bed before. I know it sounds stupid, but it doesn’t take much to please a cowboy. Trust me.”
His fiancé never asked that even once. The bastard. Fox ran his hand through Bull’s bed-rumpled hair. “Stay,” he urged, canting his hips forward, seeking out Bull’s hardness. “I know you can’t all day, but just a little bit longer.”