Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
We scurry off the bed, stripping down to nothing. I’m caught in a blur of lust and pure joy as we undress the rest of the way in seconds. Our clothes hit the floor, and I need a moment to admire the man standing in front of me.
“You look so fucking good,” I growl as I stare at him, eating him up with my eyes, devouring the sight in front of me.
Declan Steele dressed in nothing.
My mouth waters as I gaze at his thick cock, hard, pulsing, a drop of pre-come on the tip like a filthy promise. “Missed you so much,” I tell him as I grip his cock, and my entire body shudders. Hell, my soul trembles as I stroke his throbbing dick. It all feels so right.
“Yes,” he rumbles, his hips rocking into my fist. “Did I ever miss you.”
For a few delirious minutes, I stroke his shaft, cup his balls, and get reacquainted with him in all the best ways.
But soon, that’s not enough. He pushes me back on the white duvet. I scoot up to the pillows as he crawls over me, and it’s the best déjà vu of my life as he stares at me like he’s going to ravage me.
I point to the nightstand. “Drawer. Lube. Now.”
As he reaches to get it, I push down the duvet to the foot of the bed, then lie back on the sheet. He kneels between my legs, spreading my thighs open. “Hello, perfect gorgeous cock I want to worship with my mouth and tongue,” he says to my dick.
I crack up, loving that we can laugh in the middle of all this intensity.
But I stop laughing seconds later, when he drops his lips to my dick. “Your mouth, Deck,” I groan as he sucks the head of my cock, flicks me with his tongue, then licks a long, ravenous stripe up my shaft.
Then down.
And he licks, oh holy hell, does he ever lick.
It’s like a blow job from another world. A blow job from a man obsessed not just with my dick, but with me. He’s worshipping my cock with his mouth, and I have never felt so . . . adored.
“Yessssss,” I rasp as I buck into his mouth, wanting to fuck his throat but wanting him deep in my body too.
I’m aching to feel a brand-new intimacy with him.
“Stop. Want you inside me so badly. I just need to be close to you,” I say, begging, my hands sliding over his shoulders, down his arms.
He lets my dick fall from his mouth, then moves up so he’s kneeling between my thighs. “That’s all I want too.”
Declan pops open the lube and gets me ready, lighting me up as he plays with my ass, my balls, my cock. The center of my body is my world right now, as lust roars through me from every stroke of his fingers, each grip of his hand. I bump my ass down on his fingers, hunting for more, like the greedy bastard I am with Declan.
But I’m greedy to feel him too. “My turn. When we switch, I want you good and ready for me,” I tell him, and then we scramble around. I do the same to him, coating my fingers in lube, playing with him, spending my time getting him nice and open.
My pulse quickens as I work my man. I can barely believe this moment is happening. That I’m touching him again. That we’re touching each other like this. That he’s in bed, naked, and open, and wanting.
It borders on magic, the way we are together. How can I be this turned on and this joyful at the same time? But I know the answer.
I feel it in my bones.
It’s not just sex at all. It’s so much more and we both know it. It’s the new start of us.
And I can’t wait to begin again with him.
28
Declan
Grant Blackwood is naked underneath me. A bead of sweat slides between his pecs. His hair is a rumpled mess. His skin fucking glows. And his cock stands at attention, hungry for touch. Hungry for me.
Did I imagine the night unfolding like this when I left my hotel room this evening?
I sure hoped I’d find myself in this position with the man who makes my heart soar. Who challenges my mind. Who makes my soul feel calm.
I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want anything to end with him. Ever again.
“So sexy,” I moan, as I coat my dick in lube, then I settle on my knees, my hands sliding up the back of his thighs.
Grant moves with me, our bodies in sync. Our needs clear. He lifts his legs and widens his knees in a perfect spread eagle, giving me access to his gorgeous fucking ass that I want to bury my cock in.