Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
The sensations are so intense—they’re bright colors, flashes of blue like lightning, and they tingle at my tongue like a delicious taste. It almost feels overwhelming, so much so that I have to force myself to ease into it.
He must’ve sensed my wish because there’s a subtle pressure before I feel him push another finger in me. Brad seems so abrasive and forceful, but in this moment, he’s tender, the seasoned pro showing me the ropes.
When his second finger hits my prostate too, I gasp in ecstasy as I enjoy another flash of this inner color and taste. My flesh feels alive, each nerve thanking Brad for the pleasure he’s bringing me.
I’m sure he already knows, but I have to tell him, “Please fuck me. I’m ready. I promise I’m ready.”
“I love how hungry you are to have my cock inside you.”
Even his voice is turning me on differently than normal, but unlike the other times when I’ve craved, wished, that he would end my agony of wanting to know, he pulls his fingers out of me. I glance down to see him slide on the condom and tear open the packet of lube. He lubes himself first, then generously applies some to my ass. He needs to be generous with how hard I want him to fuck me.
“Get on your knees,” he orders, reminding me of how much he can read my every sexual wish.
I obey his command, rolling over and getting on my knees, placing my hands on the mattress in front of me. His hand rests on my ass cheek, caressing before he offers a firm grip and a low, rumbling growl. Just hearing his feral desire for me makes me arch my back, my body’s plea for him to take me.
“Is my Straight Boy ready for cock?”
I have to laugh. “Your Straight Boy’s desperate for it.”
I blush, though how is it embarrassing to confess that when he already knows it in his fucking soul?
I feel the wet lube as he lines his cock up with my hole, then a little pressure…sweet, delicious pressure that makes my flesh prick with anticipation. As he eases in, my body welcomes him, and I push my ass back. I know the spot I need him against.
But the pressure mounts too quickly.
“Be patient,” he says, gripping my ass. “I want it too, but you gotta be patient.”
I relax, trusting his expertise as he takes his time, opening me up with that fat cock. Once my body has eased up and I can feel he’s getting close to that spot, I’m too greedy, though, and I force myself back farther until he finally hits.
I close my eyes. I know it’s only in my mind, but I’d swear I see bursts of flashing lights as my body erupts once again in tingling. Even where he’s touching my ass is hypersensitive, somehow making his simple caress that much more intoxicating.
“Fuck,” he moans as his hand slides from my ass, around my waist, to my abs. “How does that feel?”
“You know damn well how it feels.”
He chuckles as he leans down, resting a hand on the bed as he relaxes his chest against my shoulder blades.
“Well, even if I didn’t have the power to tell what you wanted from me, I can tell by how hard your ass is gripping on, like it’s never gonna let me go.” He kisses the back of my neck, then licks. “Tight. Virgin. Straight Boy. Ass. And it’s all mine.” He’s so fucking greedy for me. I love it.
“Yes, it is.” I breathe in and out, adjusting to him as his cock pushes against my prostate, my body reeling in sensation. After a few moments, he must feel my demand for more because he pulls back and offers a subtle thrust.
Then another.
And another.
With each rub against the spot, he gives me more pleasure than it feels like I’ve ever experienced in my goddamn life.
He takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs gently. “Thank you for letting me be the one,” he whispers, and I can feel his appreciation in another gentle thrust.
I twist my head back and he leans closer, taking my mouth, his tongue sliding between my lips as he grips my abs and continues his subtle movements. I can tell I’m loosening up, which helps him pick up his pace until there’s a frenzy to our movements.
As he thrusts, I push my ass back. Then we pull away together and go again, creating a rhythm. I’m not even sure I’m in control of my movements anymore. Just following the inspiration of my muscles and this desperate craving that has us sweating and panting, speeding up, faster and faster, as that explosive energy seems to build to my chest.
He follows the guidance of my imagination as we change positions several times, showing me how good each angle feels. Helps me explore this part of myself in a dance of eagerness, excitement, and pressure.