Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 104327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
He nodded. “Considering you were trying to protect me from harm the moment I met you, it’s hard to believe you’d ever put me in jeopardy.”
And he was right. I would never, ever cause him pain if I could avoid it.
I retrieved the lube from his toy drawer and turned the tables on him, licking, sucking, and kissing all over his sweet body until he was begging me to do something.
“Like that, baby?” I murmured against an inner thigh.
“I…”
I slid my tongue behind his balls. “Like that?”
“Muhhh…”
I chuckled and moved my tongue up the crease of his leg before lubing up my fingers and reaching for his hole. “Relax, baby,” I said softly as I continued to kiss him everywhere. “Just let me feel you.”
His hole was tight and warm against my fingertips, and I had to lecture myself to go slow with every move I made to soften and stretch him. The sounds he made drove me crazy, and it was nearly impossible to keep from crying out my need to be inside him, to make him feel good. Hell, to make me feel good.
But I was terrified of hurting him and giving him an experience he wouldn’t want to repeat.
So I fingered him to the edge and back, over and over again until he was thrashing his head back and forth and precum made a steady slick trail down the head of his pink dick onto his stomach.
“Sam,” he breathed. “Sam, please.”
I moved up to kiss him on the mouth, taking his lips a little too hard with mine. But he gave me the same fierce kiss, nearly gnashing our teeth together in the hard press of his mouth against mine. His hands clenched my face as he was afraid I was going to suddenly leave if he didn’t keep holding on tightly.
He was passionate and fearless, open and free with his body in a way that surprised me considering how poorly he’d been treated by most of the people in his life.
His virginity was a gift, and I wanted to be worthy of it even if that sounded corny as hell to my own ears. If it was important to him, it was important to me, and if there was one thing I knew for sure it was that Truman Sweet deserved respect. He deserved to feel important.
Because he was.
“I want to be inside you,” I mumbled against his mouth. “But if you—”
He reached down and grabbed my cock, pulling it toward him while his whole body curved up to meet it. I quickly grabbed some pillows to shove under his hips and tried to make him as comfortable as I could.
When I finally began pushing into him, I watched Truman’s eyes like a hawk for any signs of discomfort. His eyes were wide and his cheeks were pink, but he didn’t look to be in any pain. I remembered all of the toys in the drawer and realized he would be familiar with the stretch and burn even if he’d never done it with another man before.
His unruly curls surrounded his head like an adorable halo. I imagined fucking him from behind and holding all of those curls clenched tightly in a fist.
I groaned as the image melded together with the tight, hot squeeze of his body. “Ah, fuck.” I swallowed. “You okay?”
He nodded and bit that poor abused bottom lip, which nearly caused me to lose it and shove the rest of the way in without stopping. By the time I finished taking my time with it, sweat had broken out on my back, and my breathing came short and shallow. I wasn’t going to last long.
“Sam.” Truman’s voice sounded choked and desperate. “Sam, right there. Right there. Harder. Please.”
I reached for his dick and shuttled my fist over it while thrusting into him harder and faster. I had to trust he knew his body well enough to ask for what he needed, and from his reaction, he definitely did.
He was fucking gorgeous like this. Skin flushed and neck tendons prominent as he struggled for his release. His eyes were screwed shut, and the edges of his hair were damp with sweat. Truman’s lips were cherry red from my kisses and his own nervous bites. His fingernails dug into the skin of my chest as I railed him into the bed.
It was the hottest sex of my life.
I spit into my hand and returned it to his dick, trying to push him over the edge so I could finally let go. He let out a cry and threw his head back, pulling his knees back in the process, which allowed me to push even deeper into his body. I choked out my own release as his body squeezed impossibly around me.
How could I ever walk away from a man who made me feel like this? From a man I wanted to pleasure this way over and over and over again? The look on his face, the body language of complete and utter abandon… he was the sexiest man I’d ever been with, and watching this shy man ask for what he wanted had nearly made me swallow my tongue with need.