Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“You… More of you… just make me yours, please. Give me all your cum… come inside me as much as you like,” I rasp, lips dry from all the panting. He keeps moving in my tight channel, cock stroking over my prostate until I can’t lie still, overstimulated.
I’m grabbing at his shoulders, chest, neck. I want to touch him everywhere all at once, but it’s impossible, and driving me mad.
Dalton folds me again, grabs my hips so he can ride my hole in earnest, and the way he settles his whole weight on me both brings me peace and pushes me to the edge.
“All yours, all yours,” he mumbles as I rake my nails down his back. His thrusts gain that chaotic quality right before coming, his cock throbs with heat, and I recognize his grunt of satisfaction. It’s so fucking hot I can barely breathe.
I tighten my hand on my cock and jerk off faster, because I want us to come together. I want to finish while he’s still filling me up.
“Dalton… oh… God…”
My muscles tighten, body going rigid under him, and red hot pleasure consumes my mind.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, suck me in like that,” he moans against my lips, eyes closed. His body trembles under my touch, and I can imagine all his sticky seed inside me. He’s catching his breath, the movements of his hips just a last few hard thrusts, as if he wants to make sure his cum is planted deep.
I press my palms to his chest, eyes focused on his flushed cheeks. “Give it all to me. Come here,” I whisper in invitation as I fall back to the mattress, spent.
I don’t have to ask twice. He all but falls on top of me, a panting muscular mess I could lick from head to toe. Dalton wraps his strong arms tightly around me, making me feel so safe and loved I choke on all those emotions wrapped up with the pure filth of our sexual connection.
“I wish I had more,” he whispers after a while as his softening dick slips out. His fingers dive into my tender hole instead. Not deep, just playing with my body, reminding me about the cum, because I can feel it coming out, and my toes curl when he coaxes more with his fingers.
Fuck… this feels so good.
“Next time?” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady even as my face burns.
“Yes, next time.” There’s a dreamy look in Dalton’s eyes as he gives me a surprisingly soft kiss. How could I have ever doubted the sincerity of his feelings for me? I don’t need to cut him open to see his heart bared for me.
I never knew peace like this. “I promise to be a good husband,” I mumble, wrapping him with my arms and legs, because the thought of him pulling away now feels painful.
Dalton cherishes my face with lazy kisses. “You need to spoil me rotten.”
I want to cry. But also, to laugh. Is this what it feels like to be in love?
“You can have whatever you want. All defenses are down,” I say, chuckling.
“Whatever I want?”
He’s about to say more when my gaze zeroes in on the wall behind him. “The fuck is that? Is that… a roach?”
Dalton looks sleepy when he looks back, but then actually smiles at the sight of the disgusting insect. “Yeah, but that’s just Travis,” he says as if that explains anything.
I can’t breathe. This time for terrible reasons!
“What the hell? Is he your pet?”
Dalton rises on his elbow, but even as he gives my lips a peck I can’t take my eyes of the cockroach, because I swear it moved. “Kinda. It’s just the one, so I didn’t have the heart to kill him.”
“There’s never just one, Dalton!”
He chuckles like this is a joke. “You said I can have anything. Can we take him to yours?”
I know he’s joking—because he must be—but I still wish I’d added terms and conditions to my promise. “I’m not adopting insects as pets. Over my dead body. Travis can choke to death on a sugar cube.”
Dalton laughs and rolls to his side but pulls me with him, so we’re still in a tight embrace. “What about this pest?” He points to himself.
I genuinely can’t stop thinking about the cockroach perched on a nearby wall, but if it hasn’t yet eaten Dalton from the inside or planted eggs in his brain, I think I’m safe enough for now. “I’m doing a good job at domesticating it.”
“Would you still love me if I was a cockroach?”
“No,” I say without hesitation, and he starts laughing so hard he has tears in his eyes, and I end up snorting with laughter, which I never do.
This is what I love about him, the easy way in which he can rail me like a monster then make me smile.