Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
But I’m too focused on the warm weight of his hand around my throat.
Is it possible to want something so badly you don’t care anymore how you get it?
The moment his tip presses up against my hole I moan deeply, with no hope of hiding it. He’s holding me around my neck and I keep breathing, evenly and slowly, through the stretch as he starts to push inside.
My cock throbs in front of me. It hurts like a bitch, but I’m hard from it, anyway.
“Give it to me,” I utter, and it’s strange talking while his hand is right there picking up every reverberation of my voice.
“Baby, you don’t even have my tip, yet.”
I groan and push back a little, impatient, and I’m met with more pain.
“Fuck.”
His hand tightens on my throat.
He’s choking me in earnest, just for a couple of beats, restricting my air before he loosens his grip again.
“Breathe, Weston.” His voice is more of a command than it’s ever been.
I wouldn’t be able to deny him if I tried. I pull in a long, slow, even breath and his other hand squeezes tight on my ass cheek as a little reward.
As I take another deep breath he takes the opportunity to push in a little further, and if I thought I felt full from his fingers it’s so much more from his cock. The cock I stared at like a fucking addict when he sent me that picture, until it became too much to bear and I deleted it.
So thick.
Impossible that I can take every inch of him inside me.
I groan as he pushes even deeper, and I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, letting the weight of my head lean down, my neck cradled in his palm.
And I breathe.
Evenly. Over and over.
“You can take more of me than you think. Understand?”
I don’t believe that.
I couldn’t believe that when I’m bent over my bed like this practically vibrating with anticipation while being certain that there’s no way I can handle his size inside me.
“Sure,” I breathe.
“That’s not good enough.”
“Yes,” I say louder. “Just… just give it to me—”
My words are cut off as he suddenly obliges and gives another firm push, and a flare of pain is followed by a warm, radiant fullness.
“Good. Now you have my tip.”
“Fuck,” I whisper.
It’s still just his cock head.
He moves his hand along my neck, pausing again for a beat while I adjust to his new position.
His fingertips trail upward until they’re brushing over my lips.
So much sensation.
Control, and almost brutality, followed by this soft, feathery touch.
Every nerve ending in my body is firing at once as he moves his fingers on my lips, then pushes two of them into my mouth.
He moans softly as I pull them in, sliding my tongue along his fingertips.
“Missed that mouth.”
Something about the gravelly sound of his voice is making me so hard my cock aches in front of me.
I suck his fingers as if they were his cock, and he lets me continue for another minute before sliding them out and gripping my neck again.
“Need you to fuck me,” I utter. I wish my voice sounded slightly less like a plea.
His other hand slides down my lower back, then grips my ass again.
“I know.”
When he gives me another inch, the pain is still there, but it’s not like it was before.
My body is heating up. Finally relaxing, like he asked. The sensation of fullness still feels intrusive but in a better way now.
Like I need more.
I swallow beneath his hand. “Please, Sevan.”
He lets out a groan that sounds like a growl. “Like it when you say my name.”
I push my hips back a little and buck back onto him, giving myself the pain, this time.
Asking for it.
Begging.
“Fuck,” he says, and he pushes deeper into me all at once, as if he’s not even in control anymore.
I call out in a moan of pain, or pleasure, or absolute frustrated need as he finally slides all the way inside me, right to the hilt.
It’s too much, like I thought it would be.
And I love everything about it.
“You feel so fucking good,” I utter.
There’s no point in hiding it anymore.
His hand grips tighter on my neck. He chokes me again and I hate how good that feels, too. When he gives me air again I shove my ass back into him, grinding into him.
It’s like I’ve surrendered into a different version of myself.
A version of me that’s willing to give him what he needs, because it’s exactly what I need, too.
The constant, silent war between us that’s been built up since the moment I arrived on campus two years ago, and I knew Sevan was everything I could hate about a person wrapped up into one big package.
“You always wanted this, didn’t you?” I manage to say as he slides out just a couple of inches, then slowly pushes back into me.