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)
Once we’re all clean, Miles hands me a towel before taking one for himself, the two of us drying off.
“Get on the bed,” he orders.
“Um. Yes, please.” I jog away, more excited than I should be, Miles making me laugh by swatting my ass as I go. God, he’s so fucking fun. Who would have thought?
I lie on my back, hand stroking my shaft, as he slowly walks over as if we have all day.
“I told you I’d make sure you’re all full of cum before the auction, and I meant it. I want you to smell like me all day.” He grabs the lube from the drawer and sets it on the mattress beside me. “When you’re on that stage, when people are bidding on you, I want us both to remember who your ass belongs to.”
He climbs on the bed, straddling me. I’m practically trembling with desire for him, my whole body sensitive and eager. “It’s yours.”
“Damn right it is.” He leans over, face so fucking close to mine that I think he’ll kiss me, but he doesn’t. Miles rests his forehead against mine, rubs his nose against mine, and then we’re cheek to cheek. “You really want to kiss me, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” I’m more breathless than I should be.
“I think maybe we’ll save that until after the auction. It’ll give you something to look forward to.”
“Please,” I whisper as he ghosts his lips so close to my own, I feel his breath, can practically taste him.
“Please what?”
“Please kiss me.”
“Be a good boy and be patient. Can you do that for me?” He licks a path down my neck, nibbles my collarbone, making my body bow upward. “I think you can.”
“Yes…” I manage to get out. “Yes, I can be a good boy.”
“I know you can.”
Miles licks his way down my torso, not kissing me the way I want, but letting his mouth torture me in other ways. When he gets to my cock, I expect him to torture me some more, but he doesn’t, sucking me clear to the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Miles. So good.” My hand fists in his hair, not holding back as I pull.
“I’ve got a great mouth, don’t I? Too bad I can’t kiss you. Maybe this will be good enough.”
He sucks me again, bobbing on my dick like the expert he is. My hand is still in his hair, mouth open, hungry sounds spilling out as I writhe and come undone beneath him. Miles is so fucking good at sex, the best I’ve ever had, his mouth driving me just as wild as I know his cock will when he fucks me. He nuzzles my balls, sucks them, then goes back to my dick again. My heels dig into the mattress. I already want to come, but I know that’s not what Miles will want, and I so, so very much want to be a good boy for him.
He pulls off my dick, and I cry out, begging for it back. “Suck me.”
“No. I’m filling your ass with my load, remember? And you’re not allowed to come until I’m deep in that pretty ass of yours. Turn over.”
It takes me about a tenth of a second to get ass up for him. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but I’m quick, needing Miles to fill me the way he promised.
“This will be fast and hard.”
I’m on my hands and knees, him behind me. Miles licks down my spine.
“You can come at any time as long as my dick is inside you when you do.”
“Yesss,” I hiss, his finger rubbing against my rim. He flicks open the lube, and it’s only seconds later that he’s pushing what feels like two slick fingers into my ass. “Just fuck me,” I tell him. He’s done it enough by now to know what my body can take.
“You dying for this cock?” he asks as I push back against his fingers, fucking myself on them.
“Yes. You know I am. Want your cum. Want it deep inside me.”
I drop my head against the mattress when his fingers are gone, hating the empty feeling, but then the lube falls to the bed again, telling me he’s used it, and a second later, his fat, hard cock is pushing right into where we both want him.
“Fuck…Miles…so good.”
“You’re so good. So good at taking my dick. At being my little cum dump. At keeping this ass for me.” He grabs my hips, pulling out, then thrusting into me again.
“You promised me hard and fast,” I say, voice choppy with his thrusts, my dick bobbing and leaking.
“I wouldn’t want to break my promise now, would I?”
That’s all it takes for him to let loose, strong fingers gripping me, tight enough to leave welcomed bruises as Miles fucks into me the way he said he would. The bed is shaking, each stroke of his cock against my prostate making me see stars. I feel floaty, like I’m strung out for him, but in a good way that makes me feel better than anything ever has.