Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
I rub my hand against his thigh. “Hey, I’m right here. No rush, Zane.”
“No, I need this,” he says, urging himself back farther, cursing again before taking deep, steady breaths.
“Jesus Christ, is it this hard to take me?” he asks, which makes me chuckle.
“Come on. You’re just stressed. Come down here and give your boyfriend a kiss.”
I’m far enough in that I stay lodged inside him as he leans down, hooking his arms under mine so we can exchange a series of sloppy, wet kisses. As his body relaxes against me, his ass opens up.
“Fuck,” he moans into my mouth as he takes me farther back, though this time I hear the satisfaction in his curse.
“You make me feel as big as you.”
As he laughs, he opens up even more.
“Yeah, right there,” he says, assuring me I’ve hit the spot.
He leans back up, his eyes sealed shut as he takes me in fully, till his ass is resting on my pelvis. He settles into his position, opening his eyes again and gazing down at me with a crooked smile. He pushes up from his knees, then steadily lowers himself.
I start to thrust, and he sets his hand on my abs. “No, not yet. Let me do this for you.” He rocks his hips, sliding up and down my shaft. Between how tight he already is and the way he’s clenching his ass as he moves, he’s fucking driving my dick wild.
He rests his palms against the mattress, on either side of my legs, and leans back. “Let me know if it’s uncomfortable,” he says. He’s got my cock angled toward him slightly as he continues rocking his hips.
Now I’m the one cursing as I watch his ass work me.
“That’s perfect,” I tell him, and he grins, rolling his eyes as he keeps up his movements.
Just enjoying himself.
And he’s torturing my cock, the pressure building each time his ass clamps down against my hips.
“Fuck me now,” he whispers.
I prop myself up on my elbows and offer a thrust, then another.
He mirrors each thrust, pushing with me, and soon we’re in sync, working ourselves into a frenzied heat.
I can’t stand being this far from him, so I sit up and hook my arms around him. He leans forward, and I pull him down with me and roll so he’s beneath me.
“Yes, Leif. This ass is all yours. I’m all yours.”
I give him my everything, thrusting like a fucking machine, staring at his face as he rolls his head side to side. I revel in it, enjoying the steady climb my own body is going through as his ass works my shaft. I love knowing I’m responsible for his relief, that I’ve taken him from all the darkness that crept up on him from our meeting with Wes.
As we fuck, I feel Zane relaxing as I serve him the pleasure he doesn’t even realize he deserves. We’re a collision of pulsing bodies, breath, and emotion, every change of position a part of some dance, our rhythm so coordinated that it’s like this moment is fated.
I’m lost in full appreciation of his body, and soon, I’m fucking him from behind, Zane on his knees, my arms wrapped around him as I watch his ass tremble with each thrust.
“Kiss me,” I demand, and he turns his head toward me, giving it to me.
As much as I love how he usually takes charge, I equally enjoy calling the shots, especially when I know he wants to let go.
As I continue fucking him, he arches his back farther, surrendering himself to me.
He lowers his arm; we’re so in tune that I know he’s going to jerk himself off, so I say, “No.”
His eyes open, his expression full of worry. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep from—”
I take his cock in my hand. “Let me.”
His eyes seal back shut, and I drill him, stroking his shaft.
He reaches his hand up, rests it against my head as I bury my face against his neck, licking and nibbling as he calls out.
His eyes pop open, his mouth agape, and I see the moment, a flash, like he’s lost in pleasure, the sort of moment where he looks free from the darkness of the past, from pain. Caught up as he rolls his head back. My hips piston, the urgency in me seizing control, the pressure climbing, and I feel his cock stiffen in that familiar way, sliding my palm up to feel his warm cum as he shoots.
Staring at his expression as he’s caught up in the moment is too much for me, and it’s only a few more thrusts before I’m finished. It’s explosive as my body crashes against his, my hips urging me to persist, as though my body wants to make sure every drop gets inside.