Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I couldn’t pretend this was a crush I had because he was competent and skilled, smart and witty. This was… Fuck, I couldn’t even think it, how the hell was I ever going to say it? This was trouble, but I was willingly walking right into it.
I knelt between Emilio’s legs, pushed them wide open, and gazed down at him. His cock had never fully softened, and it started to harden again under my gaze, making me remember how young he was.
He didn’t seem to mind the age difference, and now was sure as hell not the time to mention it. He was an adult, and he wanted to be there. I might be telling him what to do, but I also knew he liked it.
I grabbed the condom and rolled it onto my cock. I wanted to explore him more, to draw this out longer, but that would have to wait for next time because I was already going to have to work hard not to come the moment his tight ass gripped my cock.
I slicked myself up, then leaned over him. Him. A man.
It didn’t feel strange, though. I’d been honest about that. It felt absolutely right, the hardness of his body, the firmness of his cock, the way he kissed me like he was starving.
I pressed a kiss against his sternum and the hollow of his throat before taking his lips again. He opened his mouth and dropped his legs wide, surrendering to me. When I finally pulled away, we were both panting as we stared at each other.
“I can’t go slow,” I said.
“Don’t. Please. I want you to use me.”
“Fuck, Emilio. You can’t say things like that.”
“It’s what I want.”
I hoped he couldn’t see that my hand was shaking as I took my cock and aimed it for his entrance. The tightness and heat were overwhelming as I pressed past the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck, you’re big,” he gasped.
“You’re doing so good. You can take it.”
He nodded. “Please. I want to.”
“I know you want to please me, and I’ll be so proud of you when you take every inch of me.”
“Yes. Now.”
“I’m in control. All you need to do is breathe and relax.”
His eyes went wide, and he gasped as I slowly pushed deeper. I realized I actually could move slowly. I wanted to because I wanted to see and feel his reaction as I entered him. As much as my cock was begging me to drive in and fuck him as hard as I could, I wanted to remember everything about this experience.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“Like you’re splitting me in two.”
“You’re so fucking tight, but I know you can handle it. You’re such a good boy.”
He whimpered and arched up, wiggling his hips, trying to take more. He really did have a praise kink, and I fully intended to satisfy it.
“Look at me as I give you more.”
I waited. When he didn’t open his eyes, I spoke sharply. “Emilio, look at me.”
His eyes flew open.
“That’s right. Don’t look away. I want to see everything. Pain, pleasure, and need.”
“Fuck. How do you know exactly what to say? Did you used to work for a sex line or something?”
I laughed. “Remember how I’m good at everything I do?”
He started to reply, but I pulled out a little and thrust deeper.
Emilio gasped, and his eyes went wide.
“Relax. Breathe.”
He shut his eyes and turned away. “Can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
A few seconds passed before he looked at me again. I worked my cock in and out with shallow thrusts. He didn’t look away, and I saw heat and need in his eyes. He worked his hips, driving his cock through the circle of my fingers.
I thrust harder, going almost all the way in. He groaned, but he didn’t protest. I was glad. My patience was running out. He felt so incredible, and I needed to take him hard like he’d begged me too.
“Breathe. You’re doing so good. You’re going to take all of me.”
“Yes. I am. I need to.”
I pushed his thighs up so they were bent double on his chest before pulling almost all the way out. I drove back in, not stopping until I was fully seated.
“God, it feels like there’s a tree trunk inside me.”
“You’re doing so good. You’re taking it so well. Put your hands up and brace yourself because I’m going to fuck you hard now. I’m not going to hold back, and you’re going to take it like the good boy I know you are.”
“Yes. Good. I’m good for you.”
I knew for certain then that he was. He was absolutely perfect for me. He was mine. I wasn’t letting him go. I wasn’t going to send him back to Boston. I wasn’t going to send him to a safe house. I was going to keep him right there, in my bed, under me every moment I could. I would do anything necessary to protect him because I lov—No, too fast. That couldn’t be what this was.