Up All Night (Mount Hope #1) Read Online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mount Hope Series by Annabeth Albert
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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“Yes. That.” My voice held an almost comical amount of relief. He licked and sucked, his attack made all the more devastating by how he’d learned exactly what worked to drive me wild. And how to make me beg. I loved his tongue, loved all his tricks with lips and teeth, but I adored his fingers even more. I rocked to meet his mouth, silently begging him to find the lube. And then not so silently. “Please.”

“This?” He circled my rim with a slick finger before nipping my ass cheek.

“Yes. That. More.” I didn’t care how shameless I sounded. I only wanted more of him right that second, and when he finally reached for the lube and slicked his fingers, I moaned before he even pushed inside. And when he did, working me open with one then two fingers, my moans practically became a symphony. Every movement Denver made felt too good. I couldn’t stop making sounds.

“That’s right. Moan for me.” Denver worked my prostate for maximum impact, making my head thrash against the pillow and my ass ride his fingers. My throat burned, but I still wanted.

“More.” I shoved my ass upward. Denver worked his other hand underneath me, but I made a frustrated noise as he grazed my leaking cock. “No, don’t touch my cock. Don’t want to come.”

“Oh, you’re going to come.” He chuckled darkly. “Gonna come all over my cock. God, I bet you could come untouched with a little practice.”

“Let’s see. Now.” I rocked on his fingers. As good as this felt, I’d waited far too long to feel his cock. “Please.”

Blessedly, Denver withdrew his fingers. He shifted, and the rustling sound of a condom opening was followed by the snick of more lube being squeezed out. My every sense was on red alert as Denver moved behind me.

“Up on your knees more.” He arranged me with my ass up, head down, and the posture should have made me feel exposed. But the pride, adoration even, in Denver’s voice made it so all I felt was sexy. “There you go. Show me that ass.”

“Now.” I was full-on begging, but Denver kept stroking my sides, groping my ass, and taking his own sweet time.

“You’re so demanding.” His voice was as affectionate as a hug. I loved how I didn’t have to hold it together for him. He liked me needy and begging. He teased my rim with the head of his cock, and I gasped from the slick, warm, broad pressure. “Remember to breathe.”

“Kinda…hard.” I panted, more from anticipation than discomfort. My cock bobbed in the air, and I snorted at my unintended pun. “Ha.” My laughter quickly turned to more moaning as Denver pushed in. His cock was bigger than his fingers, more solid, more there. “Oh. Oh.”

The process of being filled by him, taking in his cock by degrees, was overwhelmingly good. My back and face went sweaty, my whole body heating. I had a flash of being younger, hanging out along the river in the Gorge, swinging out on a rope swing, and that first incredible hard-to-top jump. I’d probably jumped thirty times that first afternoon, addicted to the adrenaline rush and weightless feeling. I’d grown up, become responsible, forgotten how damn good leaping felt.

But now I remembered. A heady rush pumped through my veins. Each individual sensation was magnified. The stretch of my rim. The fullness of his cock. The pressure on my prostate. The weight of him against me with his thick thighs, fuzzy legs, and strong hands.

My head fell to the pillow in front of me as he started to thrust in earnest, a slow rhythm that had us both groaning.

“Goddamn, you feel amazing.” His praise caused another rush of pleasure to surge through me. My cock pulsed, impossibly harder with every thrust from Denver. The cool room air was nowhere near enough friction, yet my body kept tensing like an invisible hand was stroking my cock.

“Fuck.” I rotated my hips experimentally, testing how various movements felt. “What was that you said about coming untouched?”

“Overachiever. Don’t you dare.” Denver lightly tapped my side. “Not yet.”

His grip tightened, and a hard shudder raced through me. Damn. Merely the way he held me like he meant it was enough to get me closer. “Trying.”

I started to move with him, meeting each thrust, movements becoming more fluid. Denver groaned like he was the one on edge.

“That’s it. Ride back on me. Move that ass.”

“How does this feel so good?” I marveled, not expecting an answer and not caring how sex-drunk I sounded. “God. Denver. More.”

“Demanding. Greedy.” Denver chuckled, and I felt the laugh ripple through me as well. I’d never felt closer to another person, and the fondness in his tone made me feel special. Wanted. “Luckily, I like you.”

“Denver.” I made a low, distressed noise. “If one of us doesn’t touch my cock soon…”


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