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)
Leaning down, I take his mouth, push my tongue between his lips that are tinged slightly with beer and more with the overpowering taste of Bishop Sullivan.
He lets me lead the show like he so often does in the bedroom, kissing him hard, then easing off to gently nibble at him, brush my cheek along his jaw.
When I pull back, he says, “Don’t go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” I grab the base of my swollen, aching erection, aiming it toward him. “Kiss it, Sully.”
“Jesus, Port,” he grits out, voice husky and hungry, but does exactly as I say, pressing his lips to the tip of my cock.
I tremble. “Fuck, if you’re not the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
He tilts his head some, eyes up and latched on mine, before he kisses it again…and again, then lets his tongue slip out and circle my glans. It feels like fireworks are going off beneath my skin.
“My balls next. Lick ’em for me.”
“God yes,” he says, then buries his face in my sac, lashing them with his tongue, breathing in my scent.
I let Sully play, sucking me, kissing me, letting his tongue trace each dip in my abdominal muscles. When he pulls me down on top of him, I allow that too, taking his mouth in a searing kiss while we rut against each other, slick, hot skin on slick, hot skin.
My cock throbs, hand pushing down between our bodies, wrapping around us so we both fuck my fist.
He drops his head back, and I lick his throat, wish I could put my mark on it, then proudly show him off around the ranch as mine. “Fuck me.” He pumps his hips with mine.
“You want my cock? Tell me. Tell me you want my cock.” I need to hear it from him, need the words to pass his lips. I get a high from them.
“I want your cock.”
“I want your hole,” I tell him in response. “It’s my hole now.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, the two of us moving up so he’s lying on the pillows. I grab a condom and lube from the drawer, slick up my fingers and push one, then two, inside his tight heat.
“Fuck.” He arches toward me while I fuck him, stretching and opening him up. There’s nothing like being inside him, and I know that once it’s my dick buried deep in his ass, I’m not going to last long.
“I want your cock,” he says again. “Give it to me.”
I pull out, trembling as I rip open the condom wrapper. Once I’m sheathed, I pump lube onto my cock, push his legs back, then watch as I push into his tight, hot ring. His body opens for me, Sully hissing and moaning, soft pleas for more. There’s nothing like seeing him take me, accept me into his body like we were made to fit together.
I take him slowly, sweat beading on my brow from the need to thrust hard and fast into him.
“Yes…so good…love feeling you stretch me out, making me yours.”
He’s so fucking mine, and even if I never have more than this, I don’t think I can walk away from him.
Sully’s heels dig into my ass as I hold his hips, pushing in until I’m balls deep. It’s like a glove made just for me, and we breathe together before I pull out and thrust into him again. Pushing Sully’s legs back with my arms, I slam into him over and over again.
His hands explore my body, blunt nails dig into my back, soft pants of breath caressing my skin. His dick is leaking between us, precum pooling on his belly. I want to lick it up, make him come, then swallow that down too.
“Stroke yourself. Jerk that pretty cock of yours while I pound your hole. When you come, I want you to come with me, want us to empty our balls together.”
“Can’t get enough of how you talk to me,” he says, spitting on his hand, then jacking himself.
We work in unison, him on his cock and me in his hole, his ass a fist around my erection. The sound of our breathing, skin slapping together, and the scent of our sweat and sex fill the room.
When Sully’s mouth drops open, I know I’m hitting his spot, know he’s about to let loose, which is exactly what I need to stop lingering on the edge. We dive over the cliff together, my dick spasming inside him while his twitches in his hand, cum spurting over his belly.
Bending over, I lick it all away, then toss the condom before we tangle around each other in sweaty limbs.
“I should go,” I say softly.
“A few more minutes. Don’t want to let you go yet.”
Like always, I can’t help but give Sully what he wants. It’s what I want too.