Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Dane’s brain was stewing in horny juice, and when his wild man pushed him down, he no longer reacted like a man with free will and survival instinct. No, he opened his mouth wide to let in a probing tongue and squeezed the beast’s hard dick through fabric. Oh, it felt so rigid, and pulsed under his touch as if it was about to burst any second.
“Take them off,” Dane pleaded.
He didn’t have to ask twice. With his golden-green eyes on him, as if he needed to be sure his prey didn’t go anywhere, Jag pulled away to remove his pants, and after a second of hesitation, he dropped the T-shirt as well.
The light was dim, but it served its purpose of showcasing every ridge of muscle on the magnificent man who’d chosen Dane as his. With damp hair sticking to his face and shamelessly presenting his cock, he was irresistible, yet probably had no idea just how weak his prey was against his charm.
“Oh God,” Dane murmured, overheating already, and as Jag moved toward him, Dane struggled to peel off his own pants, as if desire had somehow paralysed his muscles.
If Jag lost his patience, would he have just torn the clothes off?
Jag’s attention shifted from Dane’s face to his dick. He propped himself on his elbow to stare between their bodies and, without touching either of their cocks, he let his own slowly slide against Dane’s. His warm breath came in fast gasps when he grabbed both dicks in one hand and squeezed them together.
It was such a simple thing to do, yet feeling that hard tool pulse against his own in a trap of strong, calloused fingers had Dane’s body trembling as waves of lust crashed over him in a never-ending cycle. “Yes, keep doing that,” he begged, rubbing Jag’s lean, muscular chest.
The guy had so little body fat he could pose for GQ if he shaved his body hair. Not that Dane would ever want Jag to be rid of it. The coarse bristles tickled his palms and he couldn’t get enough of it, already imagining how they’d feel against his back as Jag rode him.
Jag grinned with a satisfied glint in his eye. “Like this?” He rubbed both cocks in the sheath of his hand, and the motion of Jag’s hips made Dane’s balls throb with unfulfilled need.
Jag was a beast, even if a kind one, and the submissive, dirty part of Dane wanted to satisfy its every craving. Make Jag so addicted to him that he’d never let Dane go, keeping him under lock and key, and using him whenever he needed release.
So maybe it wasn’t a reality anyone would have wanted, but in Dane’s fantasy, a steady diet of cum and adrenaline transformed him into a horny vessel for this man’s lust.
“Don’t stop,” Dane babbled, sinking into the blankets while Jag made tiny motions with his hips, rubbing his dick against Dane’s in the tight grip of his hand.
Jag let out a groan, and the scent of him, rain, sweat, and some herb still clinging to his hair, was already becoming synonymous with arousal. The way he took charge despite being a virgin muddled Dane’s brain, because it told him Jag acted on pure instinct. He trusted his urges and went with them, ignoring any boundaries society might have put before him. With his other hand, Jag gripped the side of Dane’s stomach so hard his nails dug into skin.
“I could eat you alive,” he whispered, rubbing his lips over Dane’s cheek.
Dane’s brain lit up like a supernova, and when Jag leaned in, closing his teeth on the flesh of Dane’s neck while he caressed both their dicks, Dane salivated, and his throat suddenly felt like a void that needed filling.
Oh, God.
Was he brave enough to tempt Jag into this?
But moments after that question popped up in Dane’s mind, he lacked the brain power to understand what bravery was or why his mouth hadn’t been fucked in the week since his capture.
With a low growl, he grabbed Jag’s hips and pulled on them, hoping the other man would stop fucking around and understand where his dick was meant to go!
His grip had been strong enough, or unexpected enough to force Jag up, and for a moment, he looked confused as he steadied himself with his hand above Dane’s head, and his cock bobbing between Dane’s pecs.
He glanced over his shoulder to the dick he left behind. “You don’t want…?”
So big, so strong, so horny, yet so clueless. Dane should explain what he desired, but when push came to shove, he was too overcome with need to think straight, so he settled on acting instead of talking.
With hands clutching Jag’s hips, he leaned up and closed his mouth on the thick girth.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
It was so damn smooth.