Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I walked over to him and slipped an arm around his middle as I peered into the twins’ room. And I couldn’t believe him. He’d gone out and bought furniture already. Their names were on the door. Rocking chair in the corner, two convertible cribs, a shared nightstand, couple of dressers…
Jake tentatively put his arm around my shoulders, and I looked at him.
“I was legit two minutes away from pleading my case on why we should live together permanently,” I admitted.
His relief was instant. “Great minds think alike?”
We’d been doing that for years.
“I love you.” I leaned in and kissed him, and I pressed myself flush to his body and got my arms around his neck. “It just doesn’t make any sense for us to live apart.”
“No, it fuckin’ doesn’t.” He hummed against my lips and hugged me tightly. “By the way, we have plans tonight.”
Uh…
“I hope it involves us in our bed.”
“That comes after. First, we eat, then we assemble Colin and Casper’s new bunk bed, and then we head to our bedroom.”
Fucking hell. I smiled like an idiot. “Slip me some tongue, Denver.”
He chuckled and nipped at my lip. “That comes later too.” He pecked me softly instead. Cocktease. “You’ll get all the tongue, right up your tight little ass.”
“Fuck.” I swallowed dryly and felt a wave of heat wash over me. “You know, we really should shower before we sit down for dinner.”
His devilish grin was so fucking hot.
He nipped at my earlobe. “Spread your legs some more.”
Whatever you want.
I smashed my lips together in a thin line and obeyed as the hot water pelted down on us. God, right there. I swore his fingers were fucking magical. All he had to do was stand behind me just like he was doing right now, kiss my neck, touch me all over with his free hand, and finger-fuck me with those deep, slow, demanding motions.
“Look how hard you get, baby.” He touched me too gently, his fingers just ghosting along my cock. “Is that all for me?”
“Fuck—yeah.” I gasped and screwed my eyes shut, my forehead landing against the tiles. “Anything you want.”
Over and over in those maddeningly slow movements, he shifted two long fingers in and out of me. Not at a set pace. He acted like he was exploring me for the first time, like he was curious about every fucking inch of my asshole. Gently stroking, teasingly rubbing, sadistically digging. He knew what he was doing, too. He knew where to massage me to make me lose my mind, how to swipe his fingertips over that sensitive spot…before he moved on to stroke another part of my insides.
I loved how his knuckles dug into me. Sometimes, I sensed his frustration at not being able to reach deeper. That was usually when he replaced his fingers with his cock. But he seemed awfully patient tonight.
It wasn’t long before his knees hit the floor and he was spreading my ass cheeks.
I moaned at the feel of his exploring digits. He was staring at me, right there. I knew he was. He was watching himself brush his fingertips over my opening, sometimes just that soft center of the pad of his middle finger, featherlight touch, sliding over and around the edges.
Then came the openmouthed kiss, and he immediately, seductively, eased inside with the tip of his tongue.
“Jesus fuck,” I groaned, accidentally pushing back.
The way he worked me… The way he used his tongue… From the softest, most erotic little licks to the firmest, piercing thrusts.
“Mmm, do that again.” He slipped a hand between my thighs and fisted my cock. “Ride my tongue and fuck my hand. You’re gonna show me how desperate you are.”
No fucking problem.
We both had an obsession. I wasn’t allowed to finger myself, handle any douching, cleaning, whatever—he had to do it. That was one of his rules. His obsession. He’d claimed me, he’d said, so now my ass was his. My obsession was to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted with said ass. Fingers, tongue, toys, his perfect cock.
“You feelin’ good, baby?”
“So good,” I whimpered. “It’s the best rule.”
“What, that I eat it before I fuck it? Well…” He licked a circle around my opening and squeezed my cock a little harder. “I wanna enjoy my boy thoroughly.”
I moaned some incoherent crap, getting lost in the moment. Back and forth, back and forth. I reached behind me and slipped my fingers into his wet hair, and he groaned in approval. I fucked myself on his face, and he stroked my cock—rather, I pushed my cock in and out of his tight grip. God, so good, just like that. I rubbed against him harder, wanting that sweet sting from his scruff.
I didn’t know how long we were at it, and it didn’t matter. He decided when he was ready to give it to me, and once he was there, he stood up without warning. No grip on my cock. Nothing at all. I glanced back at him just as he spat in his hand and slicked up his cock, which caused me to act like a damn whore. I braced myself against the wall and rubbed up against him.