Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I want it,” Zach said. “But you need it.”
I turned around to scowl at him.
He laughed. “You know you do.”
17
ZACH
Rafael was so fucking fun to tease. And I was lying; I did need him. My cock was begging me to rip his pants off and fuck the hell out of him. So much for not really being interested in men.
I couldn’t deny I was interested as hell, and I had no intention of pretending he was someone else or that I didn’t like men. I wanted Rafe, his hard muscles, his tight ass, the way he would fight me, then give me anything I asked for. It was so fucking good.
I popped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. He remained still, muscles tense. I pushed his pants down, but I didn’t touch his cock.
“Don’t play with me,” he ordered.
“You like games. You know you do.”
“Maybe, but I need a hard fuck right now.”
“Then beg me for it.”
“No.”
I gripped the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, making sure not to touch his cock as I exposed his muscular ass.
I gripped his round cheeks and pulled them apart, exposing his hole. I was going to put my dick up there. I was going to feel him squeeze against me. I was going to come deep inside him, claim him. All because I wanted to, not because it was part of a role I was playing. Fuck. I needed him so badly I couldn’t keep this game up much longer.
“Zach?” I loved the way his voice shook.
I exhaled, blowing my breath against his hole. He shivered, hips twitching.
“What are you doing, Zach?”
What was I doing? I’d never considered eating a man’s ass, but I was about to try it. I wanted to see how he’d react, what he’d do if I flicked my tongue across that tight hole.
The only other man I’d fucked had done it once to me, and I’d never felt anything like it. I’d considered asking one of the women I hooked up with for it, but I’d been shy about it for some reason. Now I wanted Rafe to feel that good.
I wanted to erase the fear I’d seen on his face and the sorrow in his eyes after the car had exploded. I wanted him to forget how much his hand must hurt.
I pulled his cheeks further apart, and his legs shook, which made me smile. “You’re so fucking responsive.”
“Shut up.”
I chuckled as I leaned closer.
“Zach?”
I ran my tongue up from behind his balls and over his tight hole. The whimper that spilled from his mouth was everything.
I did it again, faster, then flicked my tongue back and forth over his hole. He squirmed, thrusting his hips against the edge of the counter. I gripped them, holding him back. I didn’t want him getting any friction.
“Beg me,” I demanded
“I can’t.”
“You can. You will.”
“Fuck, please, I want your mouth on me. I want your dick in me. I want everything.”
“I know I’m going to make you feel better, make you forget all about this morning.”
He groaned when I pushed my tongue inside him and reached back, trying to hold my face against his ass.
I pulled away enough to say, “You love this, don’t you? You love being spread out for me against your kitchen counter?” I spoke between licks and nips as I continued to tease him. “You’re a filthy little slut.”
“Zach!” I pushed a finger inside his ass, and he shoved himself back, forcing me deeper. “Fuck me. God, please, just fuck me.”
“That’s better. You need to be forced to admit what you want, and now you need to be used, don’t you?”
Rafe shook his head as he lay flat down against the counter. I stood and slid a hand into his hair, yanking his head back. “Look at me.” He did as I said. “Don’t let anybody tell you you’re not capable. You’re strong and brilliant and gorgeous, and it’s going to feel so good to shove my dick up your ass.”
His eyes widened, and I smiled. He watched as I stroked my cock. Then he tried to sit up. “We need lube.”
I didn’t want to wait, but I let go. He reached down, yanking open a cabinet. Then he pulled out a bottle of oil. As soon as he got it open, he spilled it onto his fingers and reached behind himself. I watched his fingers fuck the oil into his ass.
Then he reached for me, wrapping his slick hand around my cock and working it until I seized his wrist. Much more and I was going to come.
“Enough. Hands on the counter.” I shoved his pants all the way down and wrestled them off one of his feet. Then I pressed the tip of my cock against his hole, spreading his cheeks wide, needing to watch as he swallowed me. I’d only done this with one other man, and that had been a role I was playing. This didn’t feel like a job at all.