Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“That’s right. Open yourself up. I want you ready to take all of me.”
He worked his fingers in and out, and his breathing sped up.
“More,” I demanded.
He added another finger and groaned as he stuffed himself.
“Faster.”
I encouraged him to keep going until he was panting.
“Perfect. Now ride me.”
He positioned himself so he could and took my cock in his hand. I gripped his chin, making him look at me. “I want to see your face as you take me all the way inside.”
“You love that, don’t you?”
I did because, in that moment, I could see more than lust, more than desperate need. Rhys betrayed his feelings more and more each time I fucked him. “I do. You’re so gorgeous the way you need my cock.”
“You’re a bastard.”
I smiled. “Does that matter?”
“Apparently not.”
“Take it, Rhys. All of it in one go.”
He sank down onto me, moving so slowly it was torture. He’d ridden so much his quads could handle any amount of strain he wanted to put on them. I refused to protest. If he could take the agonizing pace, then so could I.
When he finally bottomed out and rested against my thighs, I gripped his ass cheeks, spreading them so he could take just a little more.
“God, I’m so full.”
“You love it.”
“I do.” He didn’t even hesitate to say it this time, and that made something tighten in my chest that I would be better off ignoring. This thing between us wasn’t going to last, no matter how much either of us wanted it to. Our worlds weren’t meant to be joined, but for right now, I would wring every bit of pleasure I could out of our time together.
He rose up, then drove back down onto me. I couldn’t stay still after that. I held his hips and bucked up. His movements grew more frantic. The couch rocked, but I wasn’t expecting it to suddenly tip so far off the ground that we fell to the floor. Somehow, I managed to push it away so it didn’t crash on top of us.
Rhys was staring at me wide-eyed. “The couch… It… We…” He started laughing, and I couldn’t stop myself from joining him.
Finally, I managed to get out a single word. “Mattress.” In case that wasn’t clear, I pointed to where I wanted him to go.
He crawled to the mattress and stuck his ass in the air as he rested his head on his arms, still giggling.
I moved behind him, trying to shake off the ridiculousness of us turning the couch over. I positioned myself behind him, and when I gripped his hips firmly and brushed my cock over his hole, he sucked in a breath.
“I hope you’re ready. I’m not going to hold back.”
“Please don’t. I need you.” The laughter was gone. He sounded as desperate as he had been moments before.
I thrust into him hard enough to push him forward on the mattress. He reached out an arm to brace himself on the wall, and I fucked him hard and fast.
When he was whimpering and begging incoherently, I reached under him and started stroking his cock.
“Yes. Please. Need to come. Need you to…”
I pressed my free hand against his back, encouraging him to arch more. When he cried out, I knew I’d gotten the right angle to slide over his prostate.
“Can’t hold back, TJ. I… Please.”
“Come for me, baby.”
He turned to look at me. “But you… you always want…”
“I don’t need to see your face this time. The look on your face as you come is seared into my memory now. I see it in my dreams.”
“Oh my God.”
“Does that push you over the edge? Knowing how much you affect me?”
“Fuck. Fuck.”
I thrust deep, sliding over his prostate until he was whining and whimpering. Finally, he let go, and I felt the hot wetness of his cum.
I pulled out when he finished, and he looked over his shoulder. “Aren’t you—”
“Turn over.”
He did as I said, and I pushed his legs apart, moving between them. Instead of driving into him again, I took my cock in my hand and jerked off over his body.
“Are you going to come on me?”
“Fuck yes. I want you covered in my cum. I want to smear it into your skin.”
His mouth fell open as he stared at me.
“You like that, don’t you? You want to smell like me, to be marked by me.”
“Yes. Do it. Please. Come on me. Cover me in it.”
His words were all I needed. I kept working my cock as I shot cum over his abdomen and chest, and some even coated his neck.
He started rubbing it in before I’d even finished, and the sight pushed me to give one more hard pull on my dick, emptying myself completely.
I pushed Rhys’s hands out of the way and worked the rest of my cum into his skin like I was giving him a massage. He stretched his arms up and groaned, arching his back like a satisfied cat.