Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Gale,” I gasped as he dropped to his knees between my open legs and took my already hard cock down the back of his throat in one long, seamless swallow.
I yelled his name the second time.
He pulled off, and I saw the wicked smile before he licked at the leaking precum, taking my shaft in his hand, stroking me from balls to head before taking me in again, the suction and rhythm so good. That fast, I knew I was going to come.
It had been so long. Even before my life ended in Chicago, it had been months between lovers. Already I had soured on the quick, dirty fucks in bathrooms and the backs of cars, the secret blowjobs behind buildings. I wanted a person, my person, and that, the need for more, for intimacy, connection…love…was the only thing that would work.
And now here was Gale, who had looked past the guy I’d been to the man I could be. He saw me like few others did besides my mother, brother, my cousins, and Sava. Five people in the world before him and Ada and the other people in town now, my community who wanted me there. I would be trusted and loved, and I wanted all that. More than anything, I wanted Gale.
“No,” I cried out when he pulled off.
“Just do as you’re told,” he growled, rolling me over on the bed, smacking my ass, ordering me to my hands and knees.
I moved quickly as he darted to the nightstand and returned with lube.
“I’m ready, just fuck me.”
He scoffed. “Love the enthusiasm, but I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”
I had no idea what that meant, but a moment later his hands were on my ass cheeks, spreading me open before he licked over my hole.
My breath caught, and it was loud.
I heard his filthy chuckle before his tongue speared inside me, and he reached under my hip to stroke my now dripping cock.
“I want to be buried to my balls in your perfect ass,” he rumbled, and I heard the snap of the lube before two slick fingers pressed inside me. “Tell me I can.”
“Yes. Please. Now,” I pleaded with him.
I always thought it would hurt, and it stung for a moment as he stretched me, but his mouth was there, and his tongue, and his fingers, three now, pushing in deep and then easing back, making circles, spreading apart, then spearing deep.
It felt incredible. He was going so slow, taking his time, and then his fingers were gone, only his tongue remaining while he licked and laved, finally sucking on my skin. I was holding my breath, wanting to ride the wave of shivering chills and sparks of electricity dancing over my skin, rolling through me from the inside out.
When his fingers returned, I gasped with the pressure of four, and then in moments of the in and out, back and forth, I was whimpering under him. No one but him would I have ever trusted to see me like that, frowning in desperate need, begging him for more.
“You’re pushing back on my fingers so hard,” he whispered, leaning over me, biting my shoulder, mouthing my nape before kissing and licking back down my spine.
“Gale,” I demanded, loudly this time, and then the head of his cock was there, at my entrance, so big, so wide, before he pushed into my body.
The stretch around his long, hard length made me shiver. The sensation was intense, sharp, not quite pain but close. The counterpoint was his hand on my flagging cock, the friction so perfect, the slide and the catch at the same time, working my flesh, pleasure overwhelming the ache as my muscles relaxed and he slid home, to my core, buried to the hilt.
He didn’t move, letting me get used to him, and then he eased back, only slightly, before thrusting hard.
His name came out of me then, loud and guttural.
“Oh, he likes that,” he whispered in my ear, snapping his hips, driving that much deeper before again withdrawing a fraction.
“I can…oh please, Gale, I fuckin’ can.”
“You can what?” he asked me, hand in my hair, tipping my head so my back bowed and my ass lifted. His hand on my hip was holding me tight and hard, making sure I couldn’t move. I was totally under his power, and he was as turned on as I was.
“I can take it, everything you can give. Just have me.”
He took me at my word.
Starting slow, he shoved inside me, once and then again, gathering speed until he was pounding my ass, driving deeper and faster, riding me hard, each thrust better than the last. When he let go of my hair, I went facedown onto the bed, ass still in the air as he pistoned inside me.
His yell was a surprise, and when he pulled out, it almost hurt with how tight my muscles were clenching around him. I felt empty until he rolled me to my back, shoved a pillow under my hips, and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. When he slid back inside me, I arched up off the bed.