Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I pull off and suck his balls, lick every inch of his heavy sac, maybe like I’ll be tested myself later.
“Come’ere,” he says, tugging me to my feet. He seals our mouths together, pressing his tongue inside mine, quick and hard and hungry before he says, “My turn.” He maneuvers me so my chest is pressed against the wall, ass out, and kneels behind me. “I always wondered what this tastes like.”
He smacks my ass, making me tremble…and what he said catches up to me. Always?
I don’t have time to contemplate what he means because he’s got my ass cheeks spread and his face buried there. Ass eating is an art, and like the artist he is, Lucas excels at it. He moans into my crease, flicking his tongue over my rim, pushing at it, making hungry sounds as I swear it feels like he’s trying to suffocate himself in me.
He pulls back enough to say, “Fuck, I knew you’d be delicious,” before he’s at it again, making out with my hole.
My dick is throbbing, sending vibrations through my body. I push back against him, dying to feel a part of Lucas inside me, wanting to be full of tongue, fingers, cock, I don’t care—anything. I want part of him inside me, hoping like hell it eases some of the emptiness I live with.
“More,” I tell him. Is it an order or a plea? I don’t even know, just that I feel like I could die if he doesn’t comply.
“Anything. Whatever you want.” He spits, and then his finger presses against me. I relax my body, trying to let him inside. “Jesus, you’re tight.” He pauses, kissing my ass cheeks, licking my crease, using his other hand to play with my balls while he slowly works his way in. “That’s it… Fuck, you’re being so good for me, Hunt. Your body is so goddamn hot. You’re opening up for me perfectly.”
Every word makes me relax more, making it easier for Lucas to give me exactly what I want.
“You have no idea how sexy this is…seeing your tight little hole take my finger. I don’t know how I’ll survive when it’s my cock.”
“More,” I beg, and yes, that’s what I’m doing, fucking begging because I feel like I could die if Lucas doesn’t give me more. “Want you to tongue-fuck me. Love the way it feels.”
“Fucking gladly.”
It feels like I’m empty for an eternity, not half a second, before Lucas replaces his finger with his tongue, working it into me. He stiffens it, fucks me with it, squeezes my ass cheeks, plays with my balls, runs his hands up and down my legs while he eats my ass like it’s to decide the winner of a championship game. Jesus, there’s a chance I could come from this, that he could make me shoot all over my wall just with the way he works his tongue in and out of my body. I push back against him, hands fisted, practically whimpering in pleasure.
“You’re so responsive. I love it. You’ve been needing this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“I’ll always give it to you, Hunt. Whatever you want, you only have to ask.”
My heart feels funny, fluttery, like it’s struggling to keep a steady beat, but then it rights itself again.
Lucas stands up, takes my hand, and pulls me to my bed. “Condoms and lube?”
“Top drawer,” I reply, watching as he grabs them, setting both on the bed beside me.
“I want a bit more of my bedtime snack, and then I’ll get you open real good with my fingers.” He smirks, all playful and fun. “Hold your legs up for me, football star.”
He winks, and I roll my eyes but do as he says, arms beneath my knees, pulling them up and opening for Lucas.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Why do I like his name so much?
He does as promised, starting with my nuts, giving them attention with his mouth before sinking lower. He licks, probes, fucks, tastes, everything he can do to my ass besides giving me his fingers or his cock. It’s fucking incredible. It’s not enough. I writhe and beg, not caring how needy I sound.
“You’re killing me.” He grabs the lube and slicks his fingers. “Look at this pretty hole. It’s perfect,” Lucas says, pushing a finger inside.
“Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes closed, needing a minute. Everything feels overwhelming but not enough to want to stop.
One finger becomes two, in and out. Each time he crooks them, rubbing my prostate, I damn near jolt off the bed. Lucas takes his time with me, like we have all night, like we could lie in this bed for days on end, doing nothing but fucking if we wanted to, going back to one finger, then two, finally giving me three, then two again, twisting, stretching, preparing me for his cock. My whole body is on edge, sated but not, satisfied but not, until I feel like I’ll combust if he doesn’t give me what I want.