Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Yes,” he whispered.
“I feel like I can do anything with you,” I said softly. “in the best way. Not too long ago, I was afraid to do anything with another man. But I trust you. So much, Theo.”
I pushed a second finger inside him, slowly.
“God,” he said. “I needed this.”
I ran my palm from the base of his neck all the way down the smooth skin of his back. When he started to push back against my two fingers more and more, I knew he was ready.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” I whispered. My cock practically hurt, hanging there dripping and aching and waiting to bury myself inside him.
“Please,” he uttered. “I need your cock.”
“You’re going to have it, baby.”
“Now,” he said, an urgency in his tone that was something between begging and commanding. It lit me up inside, and I bit my bottom lip. I had never been so goddamn happy to be told what to do.
I slid my fingers out of him and wrapped my dick up in a condom, slicking it with more lube.
“You sure you’re stretched enough?”
“No clue, but I know I’ll get there, and I know I need you inside me.”
“I hear you loud and clear.”
“Am I getting too pushy for you?” he asked, turning his neck to look at me over his shoulder, his jewel-like eyes shining in the moonlit room.
“Theo,” I said, lining the tip of my cock up with his hole. “I want you to be as pushy as you damn well please. I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to beg. To demand. To ask for every single thing you want, whenever you want.”
He groaned with pleasure as I finally started to push inside his tight hole. “Fuck yes.”
“I want you to send me filthy texts, anytime you feel like it, no matter where we are,” I said, pushing in more, slowly, millimeter by millimeter. “I want you to send me dick pics. I want to come home from the grocery store and find you sitting on a fat dildo, just waiting for my cock.”
“Oh my God,” he murmured. “Roman. I didn’t—I had no idea you had all this in you—”
“And I want you on your knees for me, taking my cock all the way,” I continued. My brain was in a frenzy as I kept inching deeper and deeper into him. “I want to be on my knees for you, too. I want to fuck you in every room of your house and mine, over every piece of furniture we can.”
He squeezed tight around my cock, which felt so goddamn good I almost lost composure.
“And I want to make sure you know, every fucking day, that you’re safe, you’re so deeply cared for, and you’re incredible, not just because everybody knows your name.”
“Fuck,” he whispered as I slowly sank all of the way into him. “I want you so fucking badly. I want this all the time. I could—I could do this forever, Roman.”
A rush of adrenaline passed through me. I knew that people said things in the heat of the moment during sex, all the time. But right now, I didn’t care.
Because hearing him say that was definitively one of the best moments I could remember.
“Well, you’ve got me,” I said. “God damn, do you have me, Theo.”
I let him adjust to having my cock inside him before I slowly started to pull back, then gently started to thrust into him. The idea that I was fucking Theo—this beautiful, wild angel of a person—was so much that I had to keep my breathing even, otherwise I was liable to come way, way, too soon.
It wasn’t easy to keep control, though. The moment he adjusted to me, he started to buck backward against me again. His mess of wavy hair bounced as he moved, and his skin started to get hot under my hands.
I gripped his hips and pulled him back in one quick motion, so that there was space between the armrest of the sofa and his cock.
“You been squeezed up against it? Are you comfortable?” I asked.
He let out a satisfied breath. “I mean, I’ve been rutting my cock up against it like a teenager who just discovered he can hump things, if you want the honest answer. I swear I was about to come—”
“Fuck, that is so hot,” I said, pushing deep into him again as I wrapped my arm around him, gripping his cock in one of my hands.
“Oh, you really are going to make me come all over this, aren’t you?”
I let out a laugh, which became contagious as Theo started laughing too, beautiful and melodic and free.
“Fine,” I said, pulling my cock out of him. He whimpered at the loss.
“I didn’t mean—”
“Get on the floor,” I said, “on your back.” My voice sounded commanding for no other reason than the fact that I desperately wanted to be back inside him, sooner rather than later.