Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Get it slick,” he ordered.
He held my gaze as I licked his palm, then sucked each finger, slowly running my tongue over each joint, pulling them into my mouth just like I would his cock. I drew several digits into my mouth at once and groaned, sucking harder as spit ran down his palm. Finally, he pulled away.
“God that was fucking hot.”
I whimpered as I worked my hips, desperate for friction.
“You’re everything,” he said.
I wanted to protest, but he wrapped his hand around our cocks, and I couldn’t say anything, all I could do is feel.
This was so fucking filthy. I felt like he could make me do anything. Everything I’d done with men before him had been quick with the goal of getting off, but with Miles, every touch was incredible. He made me feel sexy and special, and I wanted to explore every possible kink with him.
“Fuck, Ben. You feel so good.”
“Please.” It was all I could manage to say.
He slid his free hand into my hair, holding my head so I was forced to look at him. “I’m going to give you everything you need, every fucking thing.”
I wanted to believe that, but there was one thing I was sure of. He’d already given me more pleasure than I’d ever imagined.
He moved his hand faster now, squeezing us both tightly. I was so close. Soft whimpers escaped me, and the sounds made him growl as rubbed his thumb over my the head of my cock, spreading my precum to get me even slicker.
“Come for me, Benjamin. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I was close already, but his words were all I needed to go over. I cried out as I thrust against him, cum shooting out and running over his hand.
He kept stroking us. It hurt now, the friction too much, but I didn’t try to stop him because I wanted our cocks to be touching when he came. Seconds later, I got what I wanted.
23
MILES
When I was done, I dropped my head back against the sofa.
We were a sticky mess. I knew I should go and get something to clean us up, but I let myself wrap my arms around Ben and pull him to me until he relaxed fully against my chest. We sat there in silence, both breathing hard.
When I finally gathered the energy to move, I started to lift Ben off of me, but he didn’t stir. He’d fallen asleep, and I wasn’t ready to wake him yet. I took the opportunity to just look at him as I stroked the softness of his hair and caressed his neck. I loved that he felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on me. Somewhere deep inside, he trusted me. For most people, that would be foolish, but for him, it was exactly the right thing to do because I was going to fix his problems. I was going to take care of him.
Eventually, I grew so tired I worried I might fall asleep as well. I stroked his cheek. “Ben? I’m going to take you to bed now.”
He made a muffled sound and started to sit up. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yes, baby, but that’s fine. It’s time to go to bed.”
I picked him up, holding him against me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and lay his head on my shoulder for the short walk to my bedroom. I placed him on the bed and promised I’d be right back.
I quickly cleaned myself up enough that I’d be comfortable enough to sleep. Then I brought a washcloth and did the same to him before climbing into bed and spooning around him. He sighed, still not really awake.
“I will keep you safe,” I whispered, lips next to his ear.
“Mmhmm.” At least in sleep he agreed with me.
I was going to find out which of his family members were threatening him and make them pay, slowly and painfully.
And I was going to keep him because he was exactly the person I wanted. I hadn’t thought I’d ever feel like this again. When I’d seen how badly Emily was hurting, I’d decided I wasn’t going to give my heart to anyone because I didn’t want to ever feel that kind of pain. But with Ben, I couldn’t stop myself. I wasn’t going to let anything happen to him. I could protect him, and I was going to do whatever I had to do to make that happen.
The rest of the weekend was as perfect as it could be. We spent a lot of time in bed. We cuddled on the couch, and I learned about his taste in movies. When I asked him his favorite flower, he frowned.
“That’s an unusual question.”
“How can I send you flowers after our first night together if I don’t know?”
He laughed and shook his head. “Dandelions are my favorite, actually. I don’t really like perfect bouquets from a florist. I like things that grow wild.”