Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Turn around and look at me, Baker. I need to finish, and I want to watch your face when I’m fucking you.”
I knew my eyes were droopy with exhaustion when I looked over my shoulder at him. “I hope you aren’t implying that I use my stripper pole skills and spin around with the grace of a porn star. Nope. No can do.” I leaned forward on my arms and tried to get my breathing back to normal. Sweat poured off my body, mixing with the obscene amount of lube we’d used. Between that and my cum, our bed was a hot mess.
He smacked my ass. “Then get off and get back on again. I’ve really shown some restraint, Baker, and I think I need my reward.”
I started shaking my head immediately. “Nuh—uh. It’s in there, I may never let you take it out.”
I yelped in surprise when those same hands I’d been admiring only seconds ago, lifted me off his cock, spun me around, and slammed me back down onto his stiffness. He wasn’t gentle. I smiled. It didn’t hurt. And, just like that, I was a professional. I wriggled my ass, testing the fit, and then lifted up and seated myself again. I’d already come once, but with that first slide on his pole, I felt blood start a nice, steady flow toward my cock.
“Everything good?” he growled.
His gorgeous face was twisted in pain. I guess I had fucking tortured him while I’d been focused solely on my own pleasure.
“Sure. It looks like I’m going to survive but….”
Another yelp when I found myself being manhandled again. He flipped me onto my back, keeping his cock lodged deep inside my ass the entire time, grabbed the spots behind my knees, and pushed my legs back to where my knees were somewhere really close to my ears.
“You might want to get a tight hold on that headboard, Baker. The ride’s about to get rough.”
I grinned and raised my hands up to grip the headboard. “Rough. Got it. Let’s see what you’ve got, big guy.”
True to his word, he fucked me rough. His hips thrusted like a piston. Fast and hard. He’d pull almost completely out and then slam into me again. My feet were in the air. My hands gripped the headboard…the same headboard that banged against the wall with each and every thrust. He wouldn’t break me, but I didn’t feel the same confidence for the bed’s survival.
There weren’t words to describe how fucking sexy he looked as he pounded into me. The corded muscles of his shoulders strained. Veins bulged. Sweat dripped from his face. His balls slapped my ass with the rhythm that followed the banging on the wall. The entire time, though, his eyes were locked with mine. The stormy gray orbs were dark and swirling with arousal. It looked primal. I knew without any doubts, he was laying claim to my body.
Minutes later, he slammed into me and roared his release. I felt his cock jerk and convulse inside me as he emptied into the condom. It was the strangest, most wonderful feeling. I wanted the condom gone. I wanted to know what it would feel like for his jizz to fill me to the point of overflowing. I was imagining how my hole would look with his cum leaking out when he jolted me back to reality when pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to me.
He struggled to breathe. I purred with contentment to see what I’d done to him.
Unfortunately, my cock was hard again, and I was ready for round two…and he looked like he might not recover from round one. Trying to make myself useful while he recovered, I removed the condom from his softened cock, tied it at the end, and rolled out of bed to throw it away and grab some wet rags to wipe us down with. Supporting my own weight, however, turned out to be tougher than I could have ever imagined. My legs felt like noodles. My ass felt like somebody had shoved a bag of firecrackers in there and lit the fuse.
“Ouch,” I whined but forced myself to walk the short distance to the bathroom so I could take care of business. Fuck, I’d be feeling that for a while. I never wanted the feeling to go away.
Armed with my wet rags, I walked back into the bedroom, half expecting him to be snoring, and was shocked to see him sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked me up and down, and then said, “I hope you didn’t try to wash that lube out of your ass. You’re gonna need it, Sweet Tart. We just got started.”
Sassy Seth was as sexy as Dom Seth. Weird, I would never have thought it possible. I climbed onto the bed and handed him one of the rags. “We’ve made a mess.”