Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Black ink curled around two names on his chest. Herb and Dean.
My breath hitched and I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “I like my name is on your chest.”
“Look at you reading and everything,” he growled as he kicked off his boots.
I heard more than saw them sail across the wall and hit the door with a muted thump.
His socks and jeans were next.
That’s when I realized that Gentry wasn’t wearing any underwear.
My mouth went dry as his cock sprang free of the denim confines.
Angry and raw, his cock was a pulsing mass of thickness, veins, muscle and…
“Oh my god.” My mouth fell open. “You have a penis piercing!”
He snorted. “I do.”
“Did you get that in prison?” I found myself asking.
“No,” he choked. “I got it before prison. Even before I was a Ranger. When I was a stupid eighteen-year-old kid trying to impress a girl, I did it without thinking. It was awful. Instead of impressing her, it scared her. Then I ended up not having sex for two and a half years after.”
“Did you get to keep it in boot camp?”
“They generally don’t go looking for dick piercings,” he said, fisting his cock and bringing my attention once again to that barbell through the head of his cock. “And before you ask, I didn’t get to have it in prison. I just recently got to put one back in.”
“Why not leave it out?”
He shrugged as he fisted his cock, giving it a solid tug before dropping it.
His shaft, fully engorged, drooped.
It was so heavy that it couldn’t stick out straight.
Sweet Mary mother-of-pearl.
His balls were two heavy, dangling bits beneath his cock, so thick and full and…
“You’re staring at my cock like it’s from another planet,” he mused.
I was.
Because it was.
At least, it was nothing that I’d ever seen before.
“I’m just thinking that you have a large penis, and then a barbell through your large penis head, and I was nervous before, but now I’m really nervous. And maybe we shouldn’t be doing this anyway…”
He shut me up by slamming his mouth down on my own.
His skin was hot and smooth.
The hair on his chest tickled my nipples, and it took everything I had not to rub them back and forth for the friction.
His hand slid down from the crown of my head to my collarbone, then slid back up until his hand rested comfortably against my throat.
He pushed up farther, using his thumb along my jaw to guide my head back.
“Hush.”
Then he kissed me.
I moaned into his open mouth, my tongue darting out to run against his.
His hands moved, leaving my neck and circling my waist.
I hadn’t realized that I was unintentionally putting space between us—a lot of space because his cock was large and in charge and I didn’t want to accidentally touch it—until he forced me closer.
His hard, hot, massive cock pressed against my belly and my breath hitched.
“It’ll be okay, Herb,” he teased as he started walking backward, his hands still on my hips.
He went back to his earlier position, pulling me back into his lap.
The only difference from earlier was now we were both nude and his cock was right there.
I broke the kiss, breathless, and looked down.
His cock looked obscene from where it was pressed between our two bodies.
The large shaft was splitting the seam of my sex, already coated in my juices as well as leaking precum.
A large, milky dot of it was leaking out of the tip, coating the barbell with it.
I bit my lip and gave my hips a slight buck, pushing the tip of my clit against his hardness.
He hummed, dipping his head and catching the tip of my nipple in his mouth.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I breathed as my hands went to either side of his head. “What are you…”
“Sensitive,” he mused as he switched to the other nipple. “Noted.”
I closed my eyes and let him do with me what he would.
I was his willing participant.
“There,” he teased a long time later.
I opened my eyes to find him looking at me with kiss-swollen lips, a look of satisfaction on his face.
“What?”
He pulled me down in answer, filling me in one swift thrust.
My mouth fell open as I stared at him in shock.
“Condom,” I breathed through breathless pants.
His eyes gleamed. “Wearing one.”
I twisted my hips, trying to adjust to his size.
It was damn near impossible.
The man was hung.
But…
“I hate to break it to you,” I breathed. “But I can’t feel your piercing at all.”
His lips twitched. “I’ve heard that’s the case sometimes.”
I hummed as I twisted my hips, digging my knees into the bed on either side of his hips for better leverage.
“Kind of disappointing,” I teased. “I fully expected this to…”
He ground up, and my mouth fell open.
Okay, I definitely felt something there.
“What on Ear…”
He ground me against him again and I forgot how to speak.