Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20243 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Spencer quirked one brow while he spread a generous amount of slick down his shaft. “I don’t need you to be great, Cole. I just need you to be you. Don’t try to be perfect or show off. Just realness, okay?”
“Okay.” Cole didn’t know what else to say. Spencer had said it best.
“I know this is a lot of lust mixed in with this love, but I trust you, Cole. I know I’m not a fling for you when you’re passing through town.”
Spencer lined his head up to his hole, took a deep breath, and slowly lowered himself.
“You’re so much more than that, Spence, and I’m going to show you every day,” Cole managed while watching Spencer’s body swallow his cock.
“Fuck, you’re tight, baby.”
“Oh god,” Spencer whimpered once he was seated.
Cole struggled not to snap his hips up, but Spencer was so hot and cozy around him that he struggled to stay in control.
He waited for his angel to adjust to the fullness, until he began to rock his hips back and forth.
Spencer leaned forward and took Cole’s mouth in a searing kiss. He thought he’d levitate off the bed when Spencer lifted his ass and slammed it down on Cole’s pelvis.
“Goddamnit,” he breathed. “I knew you’d feel too fuckin’ good.”
“You’re so deep in me I can taste you.” Spencer threw his head back, his mouth open, his neck arched and damp with perspiration.
Cole had no restraint; he was all need and craving.
He wrapped his arms around Spencer’s back and squeezed him to his chest, thrusting his hips to meet his downward thrust.
He caressed Spencer’s spine until he got to the nape of his neck. He held him with care, their foreheads touching while they sexed themselves crazy.
He stared into hopeful eyes while Spencer made him silent promises Cole knew he’d honor. Spencer wanted someone he could trust, someone real. He wanted a simple man who would care for him more than he did his money. And that’s all Cole wanted—to just be him when he went home at the end of the day… not a billionaire, not a CEO, just a simple, happy guy, nestled in the arms of the man who loved him.
Spencer
Spencer lazily rocked back and forth on Cole’s cock, snapping his hips with each downstroke and reveling in the tortured groans Cole made when he did.
A foreign sound escaped his mouth when Cole drove in at another angle, hitting him in a place that made light appear in his dark world.
He wanted to quicken the pace and chase that sensation hurling him toward the precipice of insane, but he kept the ride sensual, relaxed.
Cole bent his knees and spread them wider, holding on to him with a possessive grip. He fisted both hands in Cole’s dark, wavy hair while he whispered his needs in his ear.
“Come inside me, Cole,” Spencer moaned.
“I want you to come with me.”
Cole wedged his hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Spencer’s cock, squeezing him in a grip that made his back arch. Cole stroked him in the same rhythm he pumped his hips.
“It’ll always be about you first, baby.”
Spencer’s orgasm was brewing in his balls, the electrifying burn traveling up his spine fast. He’d wanted to last longer, forever, had hoped it would, but Spencer knew it was over. One look in Cole’s eyes, and he was done.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Cole grunted.
Spencer shot again and again, his seed spilling over Cole’s tight fist and making a mess between them.
He buried his flushed face in Cole’s shoulder, his body drifting somewhere above him. He was turned over, and Cole’s heavy body pressed him into the bedding.
He wanted to cry out so loud that his neighbors could hear his pleasure over the raucous noise.
Spencer moaned in blissful torture when Cole eased back inside of him. He was pliant as Cole pumped in and out of his relaxed hole with shallow thrusts. He kissed and sucked along his spine until he got to the tender skin on the back of his neck.
Cole slammed deep inside him and pulsed his release into the condom, his body jerking on top of him.
Spencer’s cock was spent, his body so ravaged he wanted to weep.
“Fuck, babe,” Cole groaned against his jaw.
Spencer arched his neck and enjoyed Cole biting and sucking on him while he came down from what sounded like a damn good orgasm.
Spencer moaned in contentment.
Cole’s dick was too soft to stay inside him any longer, and Spencer was already wondering how many minutes Cole needed before they could go again.
Cole tossed the condom into the trash near the nightstand, then pulled Spencer under the tousled sheets. He pressed his chest snug against his back, the wiry hairs over his pecs stimulating Spencer’s oversensitive skin.
“Hey.” Cole’s voice was full of grit and sexiness. He dragged his nose through Spencer’s hair. “Give me at least a half hour, then I want you back in my mouth.”