Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Denver.” My voice was a broken plea. Here came the begging he’d threatened. “More.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?” His tone was so pleased that I almost wept. As it was, I exhaled, years’ worth of relief rolling off my shoulders. With Denver, it was totally okay to need, to want, to beg, even to whine and whimper.
“Please.” For the first time ever, I let myself enjoy fully letting go, finding freedom not only in Denver’s control but also in pushing against him, finding solace in his strength. “I need it.”
“I know you do, baby.” He fucked me harder with his fingers, scissoring them to intensify the stretch.
“Oh, that’s it. That’s it,” I chanted, already lost even before Denver readjusted his position so he could lean over my cock, warm breath followed by an even warmer tongue. “Don’t.” My moan was highly unconvincing, but I had to try. “If you even breathe on my cock again, I’ll come.”
“Then come.” Denver sounded unconcerned and, indeed, redoubled his efforts, thrusting his fingers in short, hard bursts that nailed my prostate in the most perfect way possible while lazily licking my cockhead. He didn’t even need to suck before my balls tightened. My heels pressed into the bed so hard that I was surely leaving permanent dents, not that I had time to worry about that. My body bowed, ass riding Denver’s fingers with some newly discovered instinct.
“Yes.” Figuring out how to move in concert with him, how to become an active participant in the fuck while still giving him control, was a heady rush that tipped me right over the edge. “Denver. I’m coming. Coming.”
I came on a roar, vaguely aware of Denver chuckling, raising his head to smile at me as I spurted all over my belly. A stray line of come ended up on his cheek, above the line of his beard, and he used his free hand to wipe it away.
“Yum.” Winking at me, he licked his finger before carefully withdrawing his other hand from my ass and wiping both hands with a washcloth he retrieved from the nightstand. “One less item on the list?”
“Fuck.” I licked my dry lips. “I’m pretty sure I’m dead, but I still want it. You can fuck me now.”
“Ha. Hardly.” He lowered my wobbly legs to the bed before straddling my midsection. He dragged his hard cock through my come, using it as lube to stroke himself. I whimpered. The blatant sexiness of his actions was too much, too soon after my orgasm. My dick pulsed against my belly, valiantly attempting to rejoin the party.
“I can take it.” I made a hopeful face. I hoped I wasn’t lying. My ass kept clenching with aftershocks, and my skin felt hypersensitive everywhere, but damn, I wanted Denver.
“I’m in charge,” he said sternly, continuing to jack himself. “And I say when.”
“Okay.” I didn’t have enough brain cells online to argue. And watching him was its own kind of pleasure. “Damn, you’re hot.”
I sighed, jaw falling open, as he stretched and flexed, stroking himself harder and faster, big cock moving in and out of his tight fist.
“That’s right,” Denver urged, rising. “Open your mouth.”
“Come on me. God, I want that.” I trembled with fresh want.
“I am. Gonna come all over you.” He grunted softly between strokes, hips moving in time with his fist. “And don’t you worry, I’m gonna fuck that hot ass eventually too.”
“Yes.” The word flew out of me, a too-loud declaration of approval. Eventually had almost giddy levels of potential.
“Fuck.” Luckily, Denver was too busy coming to laugh. He groaned, eyes falling shut, dick pulsing. Ropes of come painted my stomach and chest, a single drop landing on my lower lip.
I licked it up, moaning along with him. “God, I love your taste.”
That earned me a chuckle, but a fond one. “You’re a mess.”
He hefted himself off the bed with surprising grace, loping across the room, naked but totally at ease.
Now what was I supposed to do? Go shower? Clean up with the washcloth he’d used on his hands and get dressed? Was I being dismissed now? Was this how casual flings worked? Fuck and flee?
But before I could decide, Denver returned with a warm, wet washcloth and a small towel. I reached for the cloth, but he waved away my hand in favor of sponging me off himself, then drying me with the same care he might show a pristine ‘57 Chevy.
“There.” Seemingly satisfied, he tossed the washcloth and towel aside before stretching out next to me. “Not perfect, but it’ll do for now.”
The same could be said for whatever the heck this thing was between us. No idea what it was, but the right now was too damn terrific to protest as Denver gathered me close.
“Fuck. I’m sleepy.” Yawning, he spooned around me, breath ruffling my hair. Huh. I’d never been the little spoon before, never thought about this particular position in all my many vivid fantasies. But damn if I didn’t love it. I exhaled, and he gave my hip an approving pat. “Sleep now. Muffins later.”