Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“I…I trust you, Landon. You won’t give me more than I can handle.” Oddly enough, I did trust him…with my life and my heart. Was that dangerous? Fuck yeah, it was. Could I stop it now? Not even if I wanted to, which I didn’t.
“That could be incredibly dangerous, Micah. Your ability to trust me comes too easily to you. Keeping you safe is going to be difficult…especially when all I want to do is fuck your virgin ass so hard that you’ll never forget who claimed you first. I want to spread your pretty cheeks and shove my cock into your tight hole so hard that you’ll scream in pain and then moan in pleasure. A part of me wants to punish you for being so damn beautiful but the other part wants to protect and cherish you.”
“You’re talking way too much, Landon.” I started breathing harder as my mind pictured all those things he’d just promised. My ass might be screaming ‘hold the fuck up,’ but the rest of me overruled the voice of reason.
I felt his body lean over mine and then he trailed soft kisses around the back of my neck. The teasing caress of his lips made my eyes roll back in my head, but when he nipped and then sucked a love mark on the back of my shoulder, my cock nearly exploded. I bit my lip and tried to stave off my orgasm. How fucking uncool would I be if I came just from a few kisses and nips?
His tongue licked its way down my spine…and I bit my lip even harder. Think of something. Think of something. He already pictured me as too young so the last thing I needed to do was blow my load like a high school kid with no experience…even if that was close to what I was.
In between licks along my crease, he whispered, “How about we take things a little slow? Give you some time to adjust—to think about the decision you’re about to make?”
“Noooooo,” I whined. I didn’t want to whine. Whining wasn’t cool. I whined anyway. “Don’t do that; I’m good—ready for anything you have to throw at me. Show me what I’ve been missing.”
He chuckled. “Oh…I’m going to do that; don’t you worry for a second, my beautiful boy.”
Usually, his nicknames bothered me and made me feel like Landon viewed me just like the rest of the world did, but ‘beautiful boy’ seemed damn fine with me. The way he said it, like I was the most beautiful boy in the world, made me hot all over. His voice, seductive and low, made me want things I’d never wanted before…and I was referring to sexual things. I wanted Landon as my own. I wanted him to be my champion, to save me even though I probably wasn’t worth saving.
Lost in the darkness of the blindfold and secured to the table, I couldn’t do anything but wait to see what his next move was. Instead of power-fucking my ass like I’d expected and kinda fantasized about, even if I didn’t really know what I was asking for, he started placing more soft kisses all over my back. All the while, one of his fingers kept teasing my crease, sometimes plunging in deep enough to press against my hole, but mostly just touching enough to drive me insane with lust.
Regardless of how hot Landon had my body, goosebumps broke out over my flesh. Every time his lips touched a part of me, I shivered uncontrollably. My ass bucked, trying to get closer to him.
“So sensitive,” he purred. “I like that just fine.”
“Good for you,” I snapped in frustration. “You know what I like? I like sex. Kissing is sweet and—”
I nearly ripped the silk neckties when all of a sudden, before I could even finish my fussing, he used both hands to spread my cheeks wide and his tongue swirled around my pucker. There was a good chance I screamed in pleasure, but I would deny it until my dying day. Who would have ever thought that spot could be so damn sensitive?
“Shit! Damn, Landon! What the fuck?”
“Lesson number one—rimming. It’s a wonderful experience when done properly.” Landon chuckled softly and his hot breath tickled the same spot he’d just licked. “Hell, let’s be honest with each other. There’s no wrong way to rim…it’s either damn good or fucking good.” His tongue swiped my pucker again. “But I assure you, I’m fucking good at it.”
And…I’d be damned, he was fucking good at it. I’d never experienced anything like it in my life. Nothing had ever felt as good as when his tongue finally plunged inside of me. Did he make me wait until I begged? Of course, he did. Did I beg? Fuck yeah, I did. The begging was so worth it. The wicked thoughts of his hands holding me spread wide while his tongue speared my ass was hot enough, but I quickly realized the erotic picture was nothing compared to the real deal. Then, just when I thought I’d been introduced to what could only be described as a miracle of pleasure, he upped his game by adding a finger and tapped against a spot inside of me that caused my cock to explode. I barely had time to even register what was about to happen before my cum painted the floor of the dining area of my hotel suite. Wave after wave of my orgasm spasmed through me, draining me of every ounce of cum, energy, or lingering questions of whether I’d made the right decision by offering myself, physically and emotionally, to Landon.