Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
I’m torn between keeping my eyes on his face, and the pink pucker between his legs. The way his pupils widen and his mouth turns into an O is everything I need to know about Luke wanting me inside him. I love how needy he is. His feelings might be guarded, they might need to develop, or be captured, but this? He leaves no doubt as to how much he loves the intimacy between us.
“You sure you haven’t sucked off some shadow demons in preparation for this?” He laughs nervously, but he’s breathless, his pink nipples stiff, and his cock leaking delicious pre-cum.
“You like it,” I whisper against his cock and move my finger up and down his crack before pushing at his entrance, which initially tightens, only to let me in a moment later. It’s smooth, and snug, and just as hot as his mouth.
He nods before he can find his voice. “Yes. And that you’re so fucking hot. And dangerous.”
Maybe I should fuck the truth out of him more often, because his uninhibited self is irresistible.
We both gasp when my digit pushes in up to the knuckle and I start twisting it inside him, searching for his pleasure spot. Luke’s cock is in my mouth again, and I suck around it, not even trying to take it in deep. I know I’m not ready, but I love the saltiness of his juices and want to build up his excitement until he can’t cope with it any longer.
His feet slide over my back, as if to push me closer, but he’s not using much force. He’s just showing me how needy he is for me.
My own cock is trapped under leather, but releasing it from its confines would mean having to let go of Luke and I’m not ready for that. I glance at his flushed chest, and all the way to his parted lips. Every moan escaping his mouth makes me lust for him more intensely. I don’t know how I would have survived courting without tasting him.
My lips tighten and move up and down his shaft as I suck on his flesh, but my mind is torn between the beautiful dick on my tongue and the tightness of his body as I go into a rhythm that soon has Luke rubbing his thighs against my face and arching on the swing.
Hypnotizing, enchanting, our physical connection consumes me from the inside, replacing emptiness with the joy of companionship and pleasure.
I only pull away when the lacing of my pants makes my own cock throb.
“I need you,” I rasp and fuck him with my finger as I stare at the wet cock resting on his stomach.
“Yours,” he mutters between one moan and another.
He might not mean it in the way I want him to yet, but he will one day. For now, my physical cravings take over and I relish his words for what they are.
‘Fuck me’.
‘Come inside me’.
‘Be one with me’.
We are connected by the thinnest strand of shadow, but I can still sense the pulsing heat of his desire down that thread.
I shoot up and pull my hand away before shoving off my fine coat. I’m cooking in my own juices at this point, so my leather top goes next, forcefully dragged over my head. I get trapped inside the garment but I’m speechless when I free myself to the most luscious of views.
Luke rests on the swing bench with both his legs up. His feet are braced against the chains, his hole is beautifully presented as he strokes his cock, watching me with tempting eyes.
I can barely breathe.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
“So. Beautiful,” I whisper, stroking his stocking-clad legs all the way to the leather straps keeping the red fabric above the knees.
He bites his lips as he glances at my open pants. “Show me.” And as he says that, he slides his other hand to his pink hole, to toy with the slick pucker awaiting me. His eyes are glossy, his hair in disarray, and one sleeve slides farther off his shoulder.
He is the full moon.
The calm waves at midnight.
He is spider silk and feasts lasting deep into the night.
I will not let go of him. Not ever.
In one way or another, I will convince him to stay.
My mind feels as though it’s going feral from this wait, and I give a soft gasp as the front of my pants opens to release my cock. It throbs with discomfort but points straight at Luke’s entrance, and I follow its lead, rubbing the head against the slickened pucker.
“I will make you mine.”
And I’ll stop at nothing. If my dick is what ends up keeping him at my side, that’s good enough for me.
Luke’s hands roam up my arms. “Christ… it looks so good,” he mutters, glancing between our bodies.