Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“How?” Nolan barked as he stole the bottle of lube from Sky’s free hand and smeared some on his condom-covered cock.
“From behind. Hard. Fuck me hard, Nolan.”
This was the fantasy. He’d spent two years daydreaming about this big, scary man with the grumpy face, bending him over in all sorts of places and fucking him. They could be sweet and romantic some other time. Right now, he wanted to be stuffed with that thick cock and pounded until he forgot his name.
The grin that spread across Nolan’s lips was positively filthy. “Then get into position.”
A squeal of excitement escaped him as he crawled out from between Nolan’s legs to his side of the bed. The mattress bounced under him as Nolan shifted at the same time. Resting on his knees and his forearms, Sky wiggled his butt at Nolan and the damn man leaned close and bit an ass cheek. Sky yelped and wiggled again, hoping to get the other one bitten.
Nolan laughed as he grabbed the other cheek, spreading them so that his stretched and lubed hole was on display. Sky had never thought of himself as sexy or even an overly sexual creature. His experiences weren’t plentiful. But right now, with Nolan rubbing the head of his cock across his hole, Sky was pretty sure he’d never been hornier in all his life.
He whined and tried to push back, attempting to get the evil man to enter him. Like earlier, with Nolan’s fingers in his hair, his lover was in complete control. Sky clutched his pillow with both hands and gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to reach between his legs and stroke his aching dick a few times for relief.
“Did you know I used to daydream about fucking you?” Nolan teased. He pressed his cock to Sky’s hole, just beginning to stretch the muscle, giving Sky a tiny taste of that delicious burn, only to retreat. “Every time we saw each other outside, and you’d wave, giving me that big grin. I’d fantasize about you marching across the street and into my house. You’d drop your pants, bend over, and spread your cheeks, showing off a stretched-out, lubed-up hole that was begging for my cock.”
Sky moaned into his pillow, his eyes rolling up into his head. Was it possible to come from Nolan’s words alone? The fucker had found his tongue and now it was painting the best, most filthy images.
“Tomorrow,” Sky choked out. “Do it tomorrow.”
Yes, they’d fuck right there against Nolan’s front door.
And on the floor in the living room.
And in his office on his desk.
Everywhere. He wanted to have sex with Nolan Banks everywhere they could think of. But most importantly, he wanted Nolan to fuck him right now.
“I’m holding you to that promise,” Nolan growled.
There were other things Sky wanted to say, but Nolan pushed into him and all either of them could do was moan. The mix of pleasure and pain was exquisite. Sky couldn’t remember the last time anything had felt so good.
Nolan eased in and withdrew, cursing. “You’re so tight, baby. No one been fucking you properly?”
Brain cells shorted out as that second sentence was accompanied by another shallow thrust that stretched him a bit more. All he could do was shake his head. There was no room in his mind for other people or the last time he’d had sex. He knew this wasn’t his first time, but Nolan had worked him into such a needy frenzy that he couldn’t remember anyone else.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” Nolan promised. He withdrew and pushed in a third time. “Is that what you want? Just me fucking you? Only me deep in this ass?”
By the third question, Nolan had pulled all the way out and thrust in all the way to the hilt in a single, smooth motion that forced all the air out of Sky’s lungs. He managed a whimper and a nod.
Nolan crawled over him, his cock still deep inside, and pressed a delicate kiss to Sky’s sweat-slicked shoulder. “Say it. Say I’m the only one who can fuck you.”
“Only you,” Sky panted. “I want only you.”
“Good, baby,” Nolan purred. He gently gripped the back of Sky’s head and turned it so he could seize his lips in a brutal, drugging kiss.
Fuck the underworld and the demons. Sky was pretty sure he’d just sold his soul to Nolan for really great sex, and he was fine with that.
And then Nolan started to move. The man pounded into him, trying to dislodge the very soul he’d stolen away. He reduced Sky to a moaning, sweaty mess as he filled him.
The slap of damp flesh and the slam of the headboard against the wall barely drowned out the noises Sky was making. He begged Nolan for more, for him to thrust harder and deeper. He could feel no shame. Ecstasy was all that was left.