Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Whore,” Roman said harshly.
“What?” Luke said with a cheeky smile, kind of glad Roman wasn’t a perfect lover, after all. “Is that too gay for you? Then go away so I can have a nice wank. It’s been a while since I wanked to my favorite fantasy. It doesn’t involve you.”
“And who does it involve?” There was something ugly in Roman’s voice.
Luke cocked his head, wondering if it was jealousy. Probably not, but the thought tickled him. On one hand, he wanted to get back at Roman for his arrogant assumption that Luke would spread his legs for him even on the day of his wedding to the man of his dreams. On the other hand, Luke had never told his favorite fantasy to anyone. It was probably a bit creepy. But fantasies were harmless, weren’t they?
Luke turned on his stomach and hugged his pillow, pressing his flushed cheek against the cool fabric.
“I’m on the beach at night,” he whispered at last, closing his eyes. “I’m naked. I’m asleep on my stomach, completely vulnerable. I wake up from having someone’s tongue in my hole, a rough beard prickling my buttocks. I freak out, because I don’t know the man, but it kinda feels good and I don’t want it to stop.” It was a bit of a lie that his fantasy didn’t involve Roman: lately, the faceless stranger had started looking suspiciously like Roman. “I’m embarrassed and so ashamed of my reactions, but I can’t stop moaning and pushing back against the stranger’s tongue. He forces me to get on all fours and fucks me with his tongue. I want him to stop, but I also don’t want him to stop—it feels so good and I want to be fucked deeper—I want more—”
Hands pulled his cheeks apart and a tongue swiped over his hole wetly. Luke whimpered, shuddering, as Roman started licking and sucking his sensitive rim. It was so much, and still not enough, and he moaned, trying to ride back against Roman’s tongue. The tip of the tongue pressed into him and Luke squeezed his eyes shut, feeling Roman spread him open more and push in deeper, lick into him, wet noises and heavy breathing mixing with Luke’s own whimpers.
“Please,” he managed, almost sobbing, sweat trickling down his neck. Roman pulled his tongue out and circled it around Luke’s hole, again and again, until Luke felt his thighs begin to shake, tears springing to his eyes. “Please, please, please—I need you—daddy—”
Only when the tongue stopped lapping at his hole had Luke realized what he’d just said. A wave of embarrassment washed over him. “I…” he started but Roman returned to licking his hole, now at a more rapid pace. Luke groaned, his body drawing tight in need. “Please—”
Roman rolled him onto his back, looming over him fully clothed but for his tie and unzipped fly. “Do you want to get fucked, baby?” he murmured, his voice hoarse and thick, eyes fixed on him hungrily. “Do you want daddy’s cock?”
Luke nodded dazedly, stretching his arms up to Roman, wanting to be held and wanting to be fucked. Roman leaned down and sucked on his neck, his big hand stroking Luke’s sensitive nipples while the other reached for a condom and lube.
Luke sobbed out when Roman finally pushed inside him in one powerful thrust. Fingers digging into Roman’s suit, he could only pant and hold on as Roman’s cock worked inside him. He felt overwhelmed, loving the textural contrast between his nudity and Roman’s clothing on his hypersensitive skin.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed. He couldn’t see more than two feet in front of him, his eyes blurred by hot tears, his senses on overdrive as Roman continued to snap his hips into him, his thick cock stretching him wide open, taking him higher and higher. He was basically clawing at Roman’s hipbones now, overwhelmed and desperate and just out of it.
“Come on, princess,” Roman said into his ear, voice so low it was barely recognizable. He thrust hard against Luke’s prostate. “Come for daddy.”
And that was it. With a keening sound, Luke came on Roman’s fancy shirt, nails digging into Roman’s muscular ass. He tried to push back against Roman, tried to meet his thrusts, but couldn’t, finding himself completely weak, his heart still thundering, his cock still throbbing with the aftershocks. He let out broken gasps as he let Roman use his body to finish himself off, watching Roman’s face twist with pleasure. Roman was so loud, and Luke loved it, loved the knowledge that he was the one causing those low groans and grunts, he was the one making Roman lose his self-control as Roman chased his orgasm. When Roman finally came, Luke sighed in satisfaction, feeling oddly proud and content.
Afterward, as he lay wide awake next to Roman’s sleeping form, he stared at the ceiling, wondering if he was losing his mind.