Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“Stop teasing,” he mumbles. “Give it to me.”
I lick my bottom lip, then bend over to suck on the head of his cock. His hips jerk off the mattress, but the moan he gives is laced with frustration. “Not your mouth. Give me your cock.”
I lift my head and offer a lazy smile. “Why should I do that?”
“Because I want it.” His cheeks are flushed with arousal, and he’s beginning to squirm against my fingers. “More importantly, because you want it.” His hazel eyes linger pointedly on my raging hard-on.
But then I remember what seems to turn him on even more. “I might give it to you if you ask me nicely.”
He huffs out a breath. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” he groans.
I slap his ass just once, but hard. “Is this mine?”
He gasps. “Yes. Do it.”
God, it’s so gratifying to see how needy I’ve made him. I rise on my knees and guide my erection to where it’s pleading to be. Keaton’s eyelids grow heavy as he awaits my next move. He looks hot as fuck lying there beneath me. I’m tempted to reach over and flick on the bedside lamp, but the darkness also has its appeal. Fucking in the dark always makes everything so…dirty. Dangerous.
My pulse races as I slowly ease the tip of my dick inside the tightest ass I’ve ever encountered. Holy shit. I won’t last long at all. This already feels impossibly good, and I’ve only begun.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Keaton whispers as I slide in another inch. “That’s…different.”
I choke out a laugh. “Different bad, or different good?”
“Different. Awkward. But also amazing. Go deeper.”
So I do. I lean forward on my elbows and give a slow thrust, and then another, until his body gives way and I’m buried all the way inside. Oh boy oh boy. Yup, this isn’t going to take long.
I ease my body forward until I can brush a kiss over his lips before whispering, “Your ass is so goddamn tight. I’m about five strokes away from coming.”
Keaton nips at the side of my throat. “That’s no fun.” And then he lifts his hips in a tentative thrust, and I see stars.
I dig my fingers into his waist to stop him from moving. “Tell you what’s gonna happen,” I say in a raspy voice. “You’re gonna start jacking that big cock while I’m lodged inside you. You’re gonna get yourself close, but you don’t come until I tell you to, okay?”
He nods wordlessly, watching me with lust-glazed eyes. His breathing sounds labored as he lowers his hand to his groin.
Keaton starts stroking himself, and I swallow a groan. I’m aching to move, but I’m skirting too close to the edge right now. So I satisfy myself by watching him satisfy himself.
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything so sexy.
Taking a slow breath, I sit back and begin to move. I wrap my arms around his thick thighs and pump my hips. And I know immediately when I’ve hit his prostate, because his hand falters and he lets out a helpless gasp.
“Right there,” I whisper. “That’s where you need me.”
“Omifuckinggod,” he rasps, shivering.
I knock his hand out of the way and reach for his cock. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” he grits out, moving his hips. “So bad.”
“Hold on.” I bite my lip and look away from him as I thrust hard again. He’s too hot for words—all blissed out and panting for me. Every slide of my cock threatens to undo me. I jack him and pound him at the same time.
I can’t hang on. It’s just too good. Tension coils in my balls and I feel the edge of pleasure slicing toward me.
“Come,” I grunt through gritted teeth. “Now, Hayworth.”
He lets out a strangled cry and then all his muscles tense at once.
And I’m done. My climax catches up to me and I lose my rhythm as I come helplessly, emptying my whole soul into his tight body and then landing awkwardly on his torso.
Two big hands yank me higher up his chest. His eager tongue invades my mouth just as hot semen erupts between us. I grind down on his trapped cock, and he groans loudly into the kiss.
“Christ,” I slur against his lips a moment later, while my heart rate tries and fails to settle down.
Keaton nudges me off him, and I have to pull out to move. With clumsy hands I remove the condom and tie it off, barely opening my eyes.
He actually takes it from me and disappears. My head is heavy on his pillow. I need to get up but my limbs are too tired.
I’m contemplating moving when Keaton returns. He bends over me, and I wonder if he’s about to suggest that I leave. But he kisses my neck instead. Then a warm washcloth makes a quick pass over my abs and chest.