Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
“Feels good. Finger me,” Greer encouraged as he turned his head over his shoulder, watching him. “You want it, don’t you?”
“Yeah. But first I’m gonna eat your ass, and you’re gonna like it. Hands on the mattress. Don’t touch yourself. That’s my job.”
“Oh, hell yeah.” Greer’s genuine enthusiasm fueled Dallas. Greer moaned huskily and lowered his head, angling his ass into a better position. Dallas slid his hands over each globe of that firm ass, his fingernails scratching the soft skin as he spread Greer open. He lowered his face to the tempting sight, ghosting his lips over the sensitive flesh. A groan vibrated from his chest as he sent a puff of breath over Greer’s sensitive skin.
Fuck, Greer was so damn responsive. Dallas’s confidence soared as he pressed his lips against the top of Greer’s crack and kissed and nipped a trail toward the center, kneading the ass cheeks with his palms and thumbs as he drew nearer to his destination.
“Come on, D. Do it,” Greer hissed, his body quivering with anticipation.
“I’m not rushing through this. I’ve been waiting my whole damned life to do this. And don’t touch yourself.” Dallas didn’t waste another second. He licked across Greer’s hole. Holding himself back from burying his tongue in his lover’s body.
“Holy fucking hell.” Greer pushed his arms out on the mattress, fisting his hands into the blanket underneath him.
The tremble in Greer’s body urged Dallas to do it again. He licked the edges of Greer’s crease and bit at the soft skin surrounding his pucker. Greer turned pliant underneath his tongue, gasping and encouraging.
Dallas wanted to drag this out, give Greer everything he’d given him, but it was so damn good. He buried his face in Greer’s ass and thrust his tongue forward, fucking him. He nipped, sucked, and molded the tender opening, lost in the intoxicating intimacy of the act. He loved the taste of Greer, the feeling of power he wielded and the desperate gasp of breath every time he forced his tongue through the tight quivering flesh.
He ran his hands up and down Greer’s thighs, over his ass, hips, and down the long spine of Greer’s back. Dreams hadn’t done any of this justice, not even close. When he looked at all that gorgeous flesh flexing at his fingertips… Knowing this man wanted his touch sent a rush through him that would have dropped him to his knees if he weren’t already there. He used the pad of his thumb to circle the relaxing muscle. He licked and massaged Greer gently open. Dallas lifted, pushing back on his heels, watching his digit slide inside Greer’s perfect ass. Warm tightness immediately gripped him.
“Yes, baby. Yes.” Greer praised. Hips rolling with his face buried in the mattress was a fucking sight to behold. Dallas easily found the same bundle of nerves that had made his toes curl the night before and grinned when Greer pushed back against him, lifting his head to look over his shoulders, his hand reaching to his cock. “Fuck yeah, D.”
“Don’t… Not yet, Greer. Together. We’re coming together.” He withdrew his digit, spreading Greer as he buried his face in Greer’s ass again. He was a man possessed. He fucked Greer with his tongue, grabbing Greer’s hips to keep his lover right there against him. Unintelligible whimpering fueled every swipe of his tongue.
When his own cock began to beg, Dallas finally let go, pushing back, reaching for the bottle of lube. Greer crumpled to his thighs. The blissed-out moan and quick rise and fall of Greer’s chest as he sucked in deep breaths was all the confirmation Dallas needed that he’d done this right. He hurriedly slicked his fingers, laying the bottle close. Dallas dragged his tongue across Greer’s back as his now-slippery finger found his lover’s relaxed hole and glided easily inside.
Greer stretched his back and neck, elongating his torso, before arching his back and lifting that ass. All combined with the most delicious moan Dallas had ever encountered, as Greer said, “What’re you doing to me?”
“Hopefully everything.” Dallas chuckled, moving his fingers, adding drops of lube. Each slick thrust caused a visible shiver to race over his lover’s body. Such a fucking turn-on to watch Greer writhe under his simple touch.
“Fuck me, Dallas.”
Dallas forced two fingers into Greer, curling them over his gland and earning a strangled moan.
He scissored his fingers, stretching and working Greer open in fast, quick strokes, doing everything Greer had done to him the previous night. He wanted there to be no pain, just all pleasure. Greer’s desires became a chant as he fucked himself on Dallas’s hand when he added a third finger. “Fuck me, Dallas.”
Dallas kept moving his fingers as he reached for the condom. He looked down at his heavy cock, come leaking from the tip. He was almost afraid if he touched it, he might explode. He wanted this so bad. Dallas gripped the packet, ripping the top away with his teeth. “Fuck, Greer, you’re so fucking hot. Your greedy ass grips my fingers…”