Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I rock my hips, hoping for more. “I thought you said I needed to be quiet.”
“You got me there.” And then he gives me exactly what I want, licking the glans, sucking me into his mouth so deep, I can feel the back of his throat.
And just as I’m about to skate along that edge, he pulls off to prolong my suffering, then does it again, his tongue circling lower on my shaft, so that I’m losing my mind.
I grip his hair. “Fuck me, Port. Need you to fuck me.”
He lifts onto his knees. “Good thing I’ve been bringing a condom and lube with me. Never know when you’re gonna run into a hot cowboy.”
He fishes the supplies out of his wallet, while I push out of my boots and jeans, leaving my shirt open against the blanket.
“That right?” I drawl. “Do you fuck all the hot cowboys?”
He loosens his belt buckle. “There’s only one that makes my dick this hard.”
“Oh yeah?” I glance up at him. “Then I’m sorry you’ll have to settle for me tonight.”
He growls as he kicks out of his boots. I love firing him up.
“Damn, Sully, just look at you.” His breath catches as he stares down at me. “Ain’t seen nothing prettier.”
I purse my lips. “So you do think I’m pretty.”
“More than pretty,” he replies, and I tremble.
Fucking hell, does this man do it for me.
“It’s not fair I can’t see you too.”
“Don’t have to ask twice.” Porter makes quick work of taking off the rest of his clothes, and now it’s my turn to stare at how gorgeous he is. The lean, long muscles, the angular cheeks, and those eyes that seem to burrow into my soul.
I reach for his hand, pull him down to connect our mouths. Feeling Porter’s bare skin against mine, his goose bumps from either the cool air or my touch, sends my stomach into a tailspin. I want to pretend it’s the latter.
“Turn over,” he rumbles. “And I’ll—”
“No, not this time,” I plead. “This time I wanna look at you and the stars when you give me your cock.”
“Damn, Sully. The things you s—”
Lifting my legs to my shoulders makes Porter stutter.
“Fucking hell.” His thumb circles my hole, and he gazes at it like it’s a delicacy. “Can’t wait to get my cock in there.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?” I’m not beyond begging at this point.
“I’ll get there when I get there.” He leans forward to lick a line from my sac, across the perineum, to my rim.
I can barely keep still as he feathers another path through my crease and kisses my hole like he’s making out with it. I’m trembling and moaning, not caring who hears us—not even the wolves. When his tongue pushes through the ring of muscle, I nearly come right then and there.
“I can’t, Port,” I sob. “Need more. Need your cock.”
He takes his sweet old time with his tongue and mouth until, finally, he relents. My legs sag against the blanket as I pant harshly and watch him. He makes quick work of opening the condom and sliding it down his shaft, then using the lube generously on both of us.
Finished suiting up, Porter fists his length. “You need this cock?”
“Yes, that cock,” I murmur. “Only that cock.”
He growls as he lifts my legs to my ears, then lines up his shaft to my hole. He uses his fingers first, watching as my ass eagerly swallows two and then three digits.
Just as I open my mouth to plead again, his cock pushes inside me, stealing my breath. The burn is like nothing I’ve felt before, but it’s not enough. Not fucking nearly enough.
“More,” I say as I fist my shaft.
He briefly watches me stroke myself before he’s pulling out and pushing back inside, over and over again. I rock upward, trying to keep pace as he fucks me fast and hard.
We’re both panting and sweating, our eyes locked as he’s driving inside my body, taking what’s his.
Soon enough his thrusts slow, his groan draws out, and he leans down to take my mouth in a tender kiss.
His stiff nipples brushing against my chest provide the perfect kind of friction I need to send me over the edge.
“I can’t… I need to…” And then I’m lost in my head, moaning and floating on the clouds as my cock gushes cum across my belly. I’m shaking and panting, my ass milking his dick for all it’s worth.
“Fucking hell, Sully.” That’s when he stiffens and shoots his load into the condom. I watch as he screws his eyes shut, his chest a bloom of rosy color as he chases the high.
Spent, he sinks on top of me, and I wrap him up in my arms and legs, wanting to preserve this feeling for eternity.
We kiss lazily for a couple of minutes before he leans down to lick the cum off my chest, and it’s almost too much as my cock half fills again. “Fuck, that’s hot.”