Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Miles, don’t torture me anymore. Just fuck me.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I spit in my palm, slathering it across my dick before giving two more. It doesn’t feel like nearly enough.
“That’s good,” he insists.
“You need me that bad?”
“Yes,” he admits, and though I’ve always known I’m good at fucking, he makes me feel like a sex god.
With my free hand, I push the head against his hole, becoming even harder when I can tell how damn tight he is. “Gonna get a nice grip on me, aren’t you?”
He takes deep, controlled breaths.
“That’s right. Be a good boy and relax so you can let me in.”
It’s like my words are hardwired to his body because his muscles ease up enough, allowing the head to breach through, holding it tightly.
“Let me see you while you take me,” I tell him, tugging on his throat as he glances over his shoulder. “Keep your eyes open.”
He continues pacing his breaths, opening up for me, being as vulnerable to me now as he was when he was sharing so much with me about himself.
It’s not enough, though. I want to be inside him in every way—emotionally, physically, fucking spiritually. I want to be totally consumed by everything he has to offer, from his brightest smile to his darkest secrets.
His body is slow to welcome me, and some of the spit has dried up, so I’m expecting him to complain, but he doesn’t so much as flinch.
“Just like that,” I say as I pull his ass cheek to the side, stretching his hole that much more for me to get in farther. His body vibrates, and I can tell by the way his breath hitches that I’ve hit his prostate, which makes me swell even more.
His eyes widen as he gasps. “Wow,” is all he manages to say.
“How does that feel? My cock expanding in you, opening you up for me, knowing it’s just a little spit between us?”
“It feels amaz—” His word breaks off into a moan, so that’s clearly doing the trick for him.
As I slide into him, he trembles in my hold, and I can feel him swallow beneath my hand on his throat. Finally, I’m all the way in. “It feels even better than I imagined.” I nibble his earlobe.
“Just fuck me, Miles. I can’t take you teasing me anymore.”
I tug at his ear again before whispering, “Uh-uh. You’re not ready for it yet.”
“Please. I don’t care. Just fuck me. I need it. You don’t understand.”
“If you think I want anything other than to be drilling my cum up inside you, then you really don’t get me at all.”
His body vibrates again for me. Every nerve in me is on edge, wanting to grant him his wish, but I know better.
“We’re already playing with fire,” I tell him. “And I’m not about to let you get burned. At least, not too badly.”
That playful smile returns, assuring me I’m succeeding in pulling his attention away from all that dark shit that came up, and I love knowing I’m the reason he’s feeling relief.
As his body relaxes, I explore his neck with my mouth, starting behind his ear, traveling down to his shoulder, which I take a bite of, like an animal. That’s what he’s making me feel like. We’re just feral creatures that have come across each other in the woods and need to fuck because of some instinct that controls us. That’s why I have to be even more in control than usual, make sure our lust doesn’t make me move too quickly, no matter how bad he wants it.
I move in gradually, in gentle motions, gauging if his body is ready for more. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
His validation is everything, and as I stroke myself inside him, I revel in the sensation, how fucking tight he is, before steadily picking up the pace until I’m able to build into a decent stride, hammering away at that ass, locking eyes with him once again.
“Taking me like the excellent bottom you are,” I say as he begins pushing his ass back to greet my thrusts. “You like the thought of me shooting inside you, carrying me deep, walking around your frat and nobody knowing I filled you up?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“I like that too. Owning this Alpha Theta Mu ass. Making it mine. Staining it with me.”
I must’ve hit just right with that thrust because his eyes roll back. I smile, but not from pleasure—no, it’s something sadistic, something enjoying what I’m putting his body through, knowing I have this power over him. That he’s surrendering to me.
There’s a rush, the warning I fear is coming too soon. “Dax… You’re gonna make me come like this.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. Not until I’ve given you the best orgasm of your fucking life.”