Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I felt myself clench around him, trying to take him deeper already. Over the next minute as he pressed deeper and deeper, it was as if a transformation occurred. I relaxed completely. I started to push back into him as he slowly thrusted. And finally I felt him sink inside me all the way to the hilt and it almost made me lose it, right then and there.
“I love your cock,” I blurted out, feeling like I sounded stupid but not really caring one bit. “How the fuck did I live without having your cock inside me for this long—”
My words broke off into a deep moan as he started to slide out of me, just a couple of inches, before thrusting in again.
“You look goddamn perfect with my cock inside you,” he uttered, his voice deep and clipped. “Jesus, this is…”
“More. I can take it,” I begged. I squeezed around him and pushed backward a little, and he reached down to firmly grab my hips and stop me.
“Quit it.”
I turned back to face him, a wild heat surging through me. “Why? Give me more.”
He lifted an eyebrow at me. “Because if I give you even a little bit more right now, I’m going to fucking come,” he said, letting out a breath.
I hummed, deeply satisfied to know that he was enjoying this every bit as much as I was. “You can come anytime you want, Blue.”
He steadied himself and squeezed my hips as he began to slowly thrust in and out. It was a tight fit—his cock was big and I’d never had anything close to its size inside me. But the fullness was pure bliss. Heat crept over every inch of my body as he slowly fucked me.
“You should have told me you were so good at this,” I said, my voice coming out syrupy and low, “and I’d have begged you to fuck me so much sooner.”
He hummed. “You have no idea,” he uttered, “how many things I want to do to you.”
He started fucking me a little faster, and I felt like I could come just from this, even though I knew that if I touched my cock I’d blow my load in approximately two seconds. “Yeah? Tell me, then.”
“I will fuck you any time, any day, anywhere you ask,” he told me. I’d never heard him sound so sure of anything in my life.
“Good. Because I think I’m going to need a lot more of this.”
“I’ll massage you when your shoulders are tense. I’ll finger your tight, perfect little hole. I’ll give you my tongue any time. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget every fucking time we slept next to each other and we didn’t do this.”
“Because we’re fucking idiots,” I said. He was starting to thrust a little faster now.
“We are so dumb,” he agreed. “Think of all the times we could have made each other come on our trips.”
“I could have gone on a hike with you, made out with you, then had you come inside me, all of those nights?”
He groaned. “You could have had me every single night.”
I shoved back against his cock, making him hiss with pleasure. “I want you every night now. I love you.”
He bent over behind me, pressing a string of kisses on the side of my back, his lips searing even against my body heat. “I love you so much, Tristan.”
It was as if those words were the jet fuel that finally turned him into an inferno. He leaned upward again and started fucking me hard, the motion of his thighs against my ass creating a fithy, sexy smack every time. His breath became heavy and he started to whisper, low and steady, all sorts of nonsense. Please. Fuck. God damn. So fucking—Tris—God, I’m gonna—too good.
I started to beg him for more, too, even though I knew I was going to lose it soon. I could feel my abs tensing up, my groin starting to contract in anticipation.
“I want you to come for me, Tristan,” he said as he fucked me deep and steady. “I want you to come while I do.”
“Yes,” was all I could manage to say, reaching one hand up to my aching cock as he pounded into me. “It’s going to happen way too soon—”
“Good,” he growled. “Come for me.”
It only took a few strokes before I was moaning, feeling the sensation pool deep below my balls.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice a delicious, gravelly grunt. “Mine.”
“I’m completely fucking yours,” I said, stroking my cock quickly. I let go, allowing myself to thrust back against him as fast and deep as I wanted, letting the waves crash over me. Jack’s fingertips squeezed tight as hell around my hips as he came, whispering my name and babbling and clearly losing all sense of his surroundings, too.