The Real Baxter (The Baxter Chronicles #1) Read Online Lane Hayes

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Baxter Chronicles Series by Lane Hayes
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 111443 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
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He bent to tease my nipples, flattening his tongue over each nub before licking a path to my belly button. When the angle became awkward, he let go of us and continued south. He ghosted his lips on the tip of my dick and rubbed his stubbled jaw on my shaft. I grabbed a handful of his hair and tilted my hips in a wordless yet obvious request.

“Mmm. Please.”

Trent looked up at me and chuckled. “We’re on my schedule now. Your only job is to enjoy.”

Damn, I liked the sound of that. I pulled my legs wider still and held myself in invitation. “I’d enjoy it very much if you’d suck my cock,” I drawled.

He quirked his brow, then lowered himself onto his stomach, pressing kisses on my inner thigh and nudging the underside of my balls with his nose. In short, putting his mouth everywhere but where I really wanted it. Until he spread my cheeks open and licked.

I jolted in surprise. And I think I whimpered.

Trent glanced up with a devilish grin and did it again…and again. On the third pass, he pushed his tongue inside my hole. Just a little, but it was enough to send a wave of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body. He feasted on me like a hungry wolf, alternately probing and licking while I jacked myself to near oblivion.

After a minute or so, he sat on his heels and studied me as he drew his hand up and down his length. I wondered what he saw. I was fit and reasonably in shape, but I had eleven years on him. I wasn’t young anymore.

My body read like a roadmap marking life events…like the scar from my appendectomy when I was twenty-five and the reddish freckles on my stomach that had popped up after I turned forty. The man hovering over me had a godlike physique. But the best part was that he wore his skin with a confidence that could not be taught. He was rough around the edges, but he knew who he was.

So when he tapped his thick rod against mine and leaned down to whisper, “I want to be inside you. Are you gonna let me fuck you?” I nodded so fast, my brain rattled.

“Yeah.” I pointed at my bedside table. “Condom and lube in the drawer.”

Trent grabbed the supplies and suited up. He dripped lube over my hole before slipping a single digit inside. He went still when I winced. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m an old pro, but…it’s been a long time.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll go slow,” he purred, twisting his wrist slightly.

I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned. “Mmm. I like that. More.”

Trent swatted my hand away from my cock. “Mine. Don’t touch yourself until I tell you to, okay?”

“No, that’s not okay,” I argued.

He smiled and added a second finger, dragging them over my prostate. “Trust me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

I tried to give him a dirty look, but I didn’t have the energy to pretend I wasn’t totally on board…and he could surely tell anyway. I wasn’t exactly subtle. I clutched at the sheets and rode his fingers like a porn star with my dick bobbing obscenely from side to side.

I was on the verge of begging when he pulled away. He added lube and set his sheathed cock at my entrance and slowly pushed.

Just the tip…then he stopped.

I furrowed my brow. “Keep going. I’m okay. I’ve done this before, you know.”

“Got it, but it’s been a while for me too. This is better than I remember. You’re so fuckin’ hot.” Trent licked his lips and thrust forward. “And tight. God, I’m not gonna last long.”

That was exactly what my ego needed. I scratched his pecs and tweaked his nipples as I lifted my knees and rested my heels on his ass. “Then we’ll have to do it again.”

Trent gave a lopsided grin, growling in response as he plunged deeper. He kept going…slow and steady till he bottomed out. My breath hitched for a half beat, but I didn’t want him to stop now. I gripped his ass cheeks to spur him into action.

It worked.

He propped his hands on either side of my head and began to move in earnest. He was gentle at first…maybe even tentative. I wanted to assure him he couldn’t hurt me, but truthfully, he was big and thick. I was definitely going to feel him all day tomorrow and maybe the next day. Yeah, I wanted that. I wanted him to fuck me into next week, hard and rough. I wanted him to keep my mind focused so I couldn’t think about…other things.

I dug my nails into his ass cheeks and flashed him a desperate look.

“You want it harder? I know you do. Beg me for it.”

“I’m not begging you. Just do it. Fuck me,” I demanded. “Please, fuck me.”


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