Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
I loved to bottom; there was no doubt. But I wanted to claim Luke more than I wanted to breathe.
“Please,” he begged. “I need to be yours.”
I came down over him, hands on either side of his head, braced so I could stare down at his face. “If you want me to stop, at any time, you—”
“No,” he murmured. “How you carried me, and kissed me, and you don’t wait for me, you just touch me like you can’t help yourself, like I’m precious and—please, Nash.”
I kissed him hard and then pulled back, loving the way he leaned as far as he could to not break the contact, then rolled him to his stomach.
“But I wanted to see your eyes and—Nash!” he howled as I parted his cheeks and licked over his opening.
Easy to tell he liked that because that fast, his arms gave out on him and he went facedown into his pillow, ass in the air as I licked and laved, sucking and shoving my tongue inside his hole. I made everything wet, and when I added a finger, he screamed into his pillow. It sounded like my name, and I smiled as I stroked his cock in unison with my tongue in his perfect, taut ass, stroking inside him, slowly opening him up, his muscles loosening with my tongue and fingers.
“Why’re you waiting?” Luke asked.
“Because you have to be ready for me,” I rumbled, and when I opened the lube, he heard it and shivered. “I want you crazy for me, completely out of your mind.” I slipped two coated fingers deep into his body, and he moaned loud and long. In and out, deeper each time, then making the same circles I had with my tongue.
“Nash!” he cried out. “Please.”
The begging wasn’t necessary. Lining my head up with his hole, I pressed forward, watching him take me in, enjoying seeing him stretch around me for a moment before I curled over him, taking his cock in hand and working his length.
“Push out, honey,” I ordered, my breath in his ear as I slid in deeper, knowing there was the burn, the pain, but feeling how thick and hard he was in my grip.
He was panting as his muscles clenched around me.
“You feel so good,” I said, wrapping my arm around his chest, taking hold of his right pectoral, gripping tight as I stroked deep, then dropped over him as his muscles loosened, my chest plastered to his back, all of me buried inside him. I wanted to move, needed to move, but I would never rush, so I waited for him to get used to being filled up. “Grab your cock.”
“No, you move,” he growled at me. “Oh, Nash, I need—Nash.”
He was so tight, so hot, making it nearly impossible to move, but when I shoved forward, once, then again, the third time, he lifted to meet me.
“Is it good?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me deeper?”
“Yes,” he muttered, and already I could move, sliding forward and back. His body was shaking, and I loved it.
“Come here,” I directed, shifting around him, wedging him against me on our sides, still buried to my balls, his legs open wide, as I took him in hand and tugged and squeezed, making the rhythm the same as my thrusts, deepening them each time.
He stretched his right arm up, curling it around my neck, wanting me close. When I kissed him, he wanted more, sucking on my tongue, and I began a slow pounding that he liked as he squirmed in my embrace. When I changed my angle, he jolted in my arms.
“Nash,” he moaned my name.
I’d nailed his prostate, and so I moved, sitting up, taking him with me, still working his length as I made sure to peg it again and again.
“I’ve got you,” I promised in his ear.
I felt his muscles clamping down around my length before he yelled my name and came.
“Fuck,” I croaked out, turning him in my arms, pressing him down under me, lying on top of him, ramming inside him, biting down on the same place, same shoulder, arm under him for leverage as I found my release.
It took me a moment to realize he was shaking.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry, let me get—”
“Don’t you dare fuckin’ move.”
I nuzzled my face into his hair. “I hurt you.”
“Yes…and no.”
“Then let me—”
“You… I felt it.”
Slowly, gently, I lifted off him, and he moaned. I couldn’t tell if the sound was good or bad. When he rolled his head on the pillow, still not moving, I saw his eyes filled with tears.
“Talk to me,” I demanded.
“It was new. I’ve never done that before. So right now, yeah, I’m sore, but you didn’t hurt me. I will go to work tomorrow, and God help the man who slaps my ass.”
I squinted at him. “No one should be slapping your ass but me. Not ever.”