The Making of Matt (Souls of the Knight #3) Read Online Nicola Haken

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Souls of the Knight Series by Nicola Haken
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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Crawling up and pressing my body against his, our heaving chests pounding against each other, I stretched to the side, picking up another condom.

“I’ve never needed to be inside anyone as much as I need to be inside you right now,” I whispered hoarsely into his ear.

“Then do it. Fuck me.”

Falling back on my heels, I made short work of rolling the condom onto my dick. It throbbed in my hand as I drenched it in lube, desperate to feel him suck me into his body. Alex brought his knees to his chest, exposing the place I couldn’t wait to delve inside. I ran the head of my cock up and down the crevice of his ass a few times before nudging at his tight hole. I pushed with my hips, urging the tip barely inside. A guttural moan crept from his throat and I pushed harder, fighting the urge to come as he swallowed my entire length.

I stilled. “Does that feel okay?”

“More than okay.” Carefully, I withdrew to the tip before sliding back in. “It feels incredible.”

He was so tight around my cock, the delicious friction almost unbearable.

“Oh my God…” I paused, grabbing his legs behind his knees and guiding them over my shoulders. “You’re gripping me so tight. You feel fucking amazing.”

Unable to stop myself, my thrusts grew faster, more forceful, until the point I was pounding him so hard his head distorted the material of the tent. “Take it off,” I instructed, pumping his cock in my hand.

A brief flash of hesitation washed over his face before he succumbed and ripped the condom from his body. “Take over. Let me see you come.”

His hand darted to his cock, smoothing the pre-cum that wept from his tip along his shaft. I fell forward, gripping his neck with my hand and supporting my weight with my forearm. “This feels so fucking good,” I growled into his ear before assaulting his mouth with mine as I continued to drive myself in and out of his gloriously tight ass. I’d never felt so deeply connected to another person. Alex was a part of me and I knew, then, that he always would be. He completed me. Without him, I would break into so many pieces I doubted I’d ever be able to put myself back together. “Fuck, Alex, I’m…”

Pleasure more intense than I’d ever experienced shot down my spine before reaching a crescendo in my balls and exploding into my cock. “I’m gonna…”

“Hell yes. Let go for me, Matt. Give me all of you.”

Alex’s fist pounded his dick between our bodies until a jet of warmth coated my stomach. His ass constricted, gripping me impossibly tighter, and sent me spiraling to the point of no return.

“Oh, fuuuck.” The words cracked on my lips as with one harsh thrust, I came inside him, my cock throbbing with every burst of cum. Slowly, I eased in and out of him a couple more times, squeezing every last drop from myself before collapsing on top of him.

That was the moment when, just like Ryder had said, I knew I was ready to have Alex fuck me. The look on his face, the satisfaction in his eyes as I drove into him, intoxicated me and suddenly, I wanted to experience that feeling for myself.

“Alex?” I whispered, my cheek flush with his chest.

“Mm-hmm?” he answered, his voice dazed, content.

“I think…I think I’m in love with you.”

Alex shifted, forcing my head off his chest. He placed a finger under my chin and encouraged me to look at him. “That’s good.” He smiled, sighing pensively. “Because I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”

There were no words to explain the ache in my chest, so I conveyed how I felt the only way I knew how. By cupping his cheeks and kissing him like I’d die if I didn’t. In that moment, I understood implicitly what my mom had meant. That was the moment I felt my heart smile for the first time.

The next morning I woke tangled with Alex, my leg wrapped around his and my arm draped over his chest. I sat up, feeling groggy as I pulled the zipper open on the tent. It was early, dawn barely breaking, and I couldn’t have slept for more than an hour.

I made love for the first time in my life last night, discovered how powerful it felt to share more than my dick with someone. Reaching orgasm had always been my sole focus, but with Alex, being inside him, feeling him accepting my body, evoked the most potent, all-consuming, emotion in the world. It was all about him. Pleasing him. Loving him. Climaxing was a mere bonus.

After slipping out of him, we lay in blissful silence for a while, the only sound being the thrum of his heart beneath my ear, before taking a cleansing dip in the ocean. We ate some more, drank the rest of the champagne, and then started all over again. It was the single most breath-taking, influential night of my life. As I rubbed at my tired eyes after waking, I didn’t feel like a different man.


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