Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Most times, he would have had Clover restrained in some way while doing this, but he relished the freshness of this experience. As he pushed his fingers through the sphincter, Clover stroked his nape and arm, eventually raising his legs as well, to give Drake better access.
Drake bit his lip when the hole relaxed around his two fingers while remaining so fantastically tight. Clover’s dick was a dark pink, and his shaved balls looked so tasty above the place where they were joined, but when Drake’s gaze trailed up the flushed chest, to Clover’s face, he met the intense stare of blue eyes.
He felt singled out by the bright light of Clover’s attention. Worthy of touching him. Worthy of his time. Loved.
He leaned in and kissed him, trying to move his fingers around, because his dick was throbbing for that hole.
“I want it now,” Clover rasped, never breaking eye contact as he played with Drake’s hair. “I like it when it feels almost too thick.” The way his thighs tensed around Drake’s sides gave him goosebumps. If Clover wanted a rough ride, Drake could most certainly oblige.
“Do you now? And there I was thinking you were made of porcelain,” he said, sucking on Clover’s tempting lip. This was his opening. He needed Clover. Only this could stifle Drake’s bloodlust tonight.
Climbing on top, he folded Clover in two, eyes still fixed on the serene expression on that lovely face. When his dick kissed the slick hole, the temptation to push on was almost too great, but he waited and went slow, watching his lover in case it was too much.
For the first time ever when they fucked, as his cock sank into the glorious heat of Clover’s body, the boy’s hands were free to hug him Clover enveloped Drake with his arms, kissing his lips, arching his hips up to take more cock. So eager, so alive and welcoming despite knowing Drake so well. Clover wasn’t just hot for Drake’s body. He loved their connection, and it brought sex to a whole new level.
Warmth radiated off Clover and trailed into Drake’s body, chasing away any cold left, and claiming him for the boy. Drake rested his burning forehead against Clover’s but wouldn’t close his eyes, even though up close everything was a blur. With warm arms holding him safe, he started thrusting into the tight heat that always welcomed him in a way no one else had. It was pure honesty, pure desire. An experience he already wanted to repeat.
Clover didn’t hold back and moaned with each of Drake’s thrusts. It made Drake realize that he’d never fucked this way before. He’d never had a lover cling to him, open and loving. He wasn’t just fucking Clover, he was claiming him. Clover was here with him, body and soul, his lips whispering about his love for Drake between one gasp and another as he rocked back on Drake’s cock.
It was perfect. Perfect in a different way than the beauty of a helpless man in bondage. There was no barrier and no control. Only sensation and emotion driving two bodies powerless against the force of nature that pushed them together.
He came with his face buried in that lovely neck, and as his cum erupted inside Clover’s pliant body, his lover still held him close, as if he wanted to show gratitude.
“I love you,” Clover said again, his legs holding Drake as tightly as his arms. Drake had no doubt about Clover’s sincerity. The bond they shared could not be broken. After all he’d been through, life granted Drake this new chance at a future. First with Tank, now with Clover. Maybe he’d had to wait so long because years ago, he wouldn’t have been ready to accept the feelings of such an angel.
Emotion ran through Drake’s veins in its rawest state, and when Clover cupped his face, watching him with pure adoration, words came out of his mouth so quietly he worried they’d been inaudible.
“I love you, Clover.”
The massive grin on Clover’s face was like sunshine glimmering off snow. “If you love me, suck me off.”
Drake groaned and let his forehead fall to Clover’s breastbone. “I’m serious, you dick!”
“Me too!” Clover let out a raspy laugh but cradled Drake’s head to his chest. His heartbeat was a quick, steady rhythm under Drake’s ear. He had this way of making things comfortable where others could provoke awkwardness.
Drake shook his head, but kissed Clover’s lips one last time before descending on his cock like a thirsty man. He grabbed it and rolled his split tongue around the head before swallowing the length halfway and hollowing his cheeks around it. Full of Drake’s own cum, Clover was very close—hot, trembling and in need for release. Drake would not make him wait.
The slender thighs tightened around his face, but Drake wouldn’t stop until cum shot to the back of his throat.