Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Zain spread Aiden’s cheeks and stared at the pink, tiny hole between them, his mouth going dry.
Although this had been going on for months, he’d never touched Aiden more than necessary. The sex was always fast and urgent, just a means to get off and relieve the tension between them.
Aiden’s hole was nowhere near as attractive as a pussy. It was just an asshole. Zain didn’t want to lick it. That would be disgusting and unnatural.
But he could spit on it.
Spit inside Aiden.
The thought made his cock throb, and Zain palmed it absentmindedly before leaning in and spitting on Aiden’s hole.
The jolt of arousal he felt from seeing—making—Aiden’s hole wet was ridiculously strong. Zain leaned in even closer, so close that his jaw pressed against Aiden’s smooth cheeks. He rubbed his stubble against the soft skin, wanting to leave marks, something Aiden would feel for days.
He spit on his hole again. He missed, his spit ending up a little lower down from Aiden’s hole.
All right, he’d just have to push it toward his hole.
Zain used his tongue to do it, pushing his spit into Aiden’s tight little hole. There was a roar in his ears, his body nearly shaking with arousal as he thrust his tongue into the boy’s hole, again and again.
Aiden moaned, squirming in his grip. “Zain? What are you—oh god—ah—ah—ah—oh god, don’t stop…”
Zain pushed his tongue deeper, so deep his jaw started aching, but he didn’t give a fuck. He wanted to leave his mark as deep inside Aiden as possible before doing the same with his cock. The slutty, wanton sounds Aiden was making only spurred him on, making him more greedy, more aggressive as he fucked him with his tongue.
Before long, Aiden was sobbing and pushing back onto his tongue, like the little slut he was. Of course he wanted more. He always did. His eagerness should have been disgusting—they both were men, it was wrong, it should have felt more wrong—but it was like a heady drug.
“Please—cock—your cock—give it to me…”
Zain shoved his boxer briefs down and pulled his cock out. Reaching for the lube in the drawer, he quickly slicked up his aching cock before moving over Aiden’s body. He pushed into him in one smooth, long thrust, groaning in relief. This was exactly what he’d been craving all evening. This.
Aiden sobbed out, arching his back obscenely, his hole squeezing him impossibly tight. Zain swore under his breath and buried his face against Aiden’s nape, his hips already thrusting hard and fast. He despised this, despised how little control he had over his body, becoming a mindless animal every time he put his cock into this boy. It was absolutely maddening. He bit hard on Aiden’s neck, wanting to punish him, punish him for being the way he was, as if he were created perfectly wrong to bring out Zain’s worst qualities and turn him into this. A rutting animal that thought with his cock.
He fucked Aiden so hard the bed started shaking, the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. Part of him wondered if his staff could hear them. If they knew who he was fucking in his room. Instead of alarming him, the thought just pushed his arousal higher. Irrationally, he wanted everyone to know. He wanted everyone to know how much Aiden loved taking his cock, his—
Zain nearly came and had to stop thrusting, breathing hard.
This was ridiculous. What had happened to his stamina? He felt as if he were an eager, green boy and not a grown man with nearly two decades of experience.
Aiden was whimpering desperately. “Don’t stop—I wanna come…”
“You will get to come only when I let you,” Zain said, mouthing the sweaty skin at Aiden’s nape. “And not a moment sooner.”
Aiden shivered. “I hate you,” he said with feeling.
A fresh wave of arousal washed over Zain’s body, blood rushing to his cock.
There was something very wrong with him.
“How much?” Zain said hoarsely into Aiden’s ear, breathing in his scent deeply. It should have been unpleasant, another man’s sweat. It wasn’t. He couldn’t get enough.
Whining, Aiden turned his head, rubbing their cheeks together. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“How much do you hate me?” Zain said, biting his earlobe.
Aiden moaned, clenching around Zain’s cock. “I could fucking kill you right now. That much.”
There was something heady about it, about how much Aiden must have wanted him if he was that desperate for him, despite hating him. It went straight to his cock.
Zain slipped his hand down and gripped it around the base of Aiden’s erection. “Now tell me who you belong to.”
Aiden whimpered, thrashing beneath him. “Go to hell.”
“I’m waiting,” Zain said, stroking Aiden’s leaking cock with his other hand.
Aiden groaned, “You! I belong to you!”
Zain shuddered, and to his exasperation, he found himself unable to remain still, his hips already moving, thrusting hard into Aiden’s tight hole, his grip still firm around the base of Aiden’s cock. His. He was his.