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)
“Sit on my face,” I order when he pulls his cock out of my mouth again.
Hunter’s pupils flare, and then he’s scrambling into position. I lick up his crease, the taste heady, and savor all that is Hunter.
“Fuck,” he says when my tongue finds his hole. I pull him down harder against me, making a meal of his ass, which I know gives him so much pleasure. Hunter rides my face with all the skill and determination he has on the field. “Jesus, that’s so good. I love the way you eat my ass. Come on, baby. Give me more.”
I stiffen my tongue, push at his hole, work my way into him, tongue-fucking Hunter. I could spend my whole fucking life right here, in this bed, tasting and pleasuring every part of him, over and over again.
I hear him spit, and then his hand wraps around my dick, stroking me while he’s riding my face.
I don’t know why the sex feels different than it did yesterday or the day before. Maybe because my dad knows, and we aren’t sure what will happen, yet Hunter is still here, choosing me. There’s power in that, strength in it. I don’t feel like I’ve ever been chosen in my life, not really, and not by someone I needed so badly to pick me.
“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Lucas. Want to feel you,” he begs so fucking beautifully, I almost come. This is what I wanted too.
With a growl, I lift him off me and grab the lube. Hunter hurries onto his hands and knees, upper body lower, arching so fucking perfectly for me, his tight, football-player ass waiting for me to take him.
“I want to photograph you like this again,” I say, slicking my fingers, then pushing two inside him. “With my fingers in you, my cock in you. I want evidence of you in every fucking position I can think of, so I’ll always have proof I had you this way.”
“You’re not going to lose me,” Hunter promises, making me realize what I just said.
He’s here. He chose you. You’ll fucking fight to make this work.
Because I am a fighter. I always have been. If not, I would be on that field with Hunter, following my father’s dreams for me.
“I know. I won’t fucking allow it. You’re mine, Hunt. I’m not giving you up. Not fucking ever.”
I pull my fingers out, knowing he’s ready for me. Once my cock is slicked up, I wrap my arms around him, pulling Hunter up so his back is against my chest, hold the base of my dick, and push into him.
“Fuck…Lucas…God, yes. I love it so fucking much.”
“I love you. I have always loved you. Will always love you. You’re so fucking mine.”
“Yes. Yours.” He turns his head and we kiss, my tongue in his mouth, my dick in his ass, pumping long and slow into him. We make out for a while that way, kissing and fucking, me slow-dicking him, driving us both to the edge before pulling back again. My right hand slides down his body, slick from lubing up earlier. I wrap my hand around him, love the feel of his dick in my hand and his ass around my prick as Hunter King gives himself to me. My fucking king.
“Harder,” he says when our mouths part. It’s what I need too, so I push him down, his chest against the mattress, grip his hips, and slam into him again.
Hunter calls out my name as I keep going, keep giving him what we both need. His tight hole is perfect around my dick, the best hole I’ve ever had. He makes a needy sound each time my dick brushes against his prostate. His hands fist the pillows, face pressed into the bed, mouth open in pleasure while he rambles words like, yes, right there, wanna feel you afterward, fuck me, Lucas.
The sex feels dirty, but not just that. Like we both need to prove to each other this will be okay, like it’s a way for us each to say we’re in this together, this is what we need, and whatever happens, we’ll work through it.
I’m telling him I love him with each stroke. Hunter is saying the same with each mumbled word and inhalation of breath. And just when I think I won’t be able to last much longer, Hunter says, “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Do it with me, baby. Fill me up when I shoot my load.”
No chance in hell I’m not making that happen.
I pump my hips harder, faster. The second I feel his movements get jerkier, hear the familiar sounds he makes that are now imprinted on my brain, I know he’s about to lose control.
“That’s it. Come for me, Hunt. Give me all you’ve got. I want it, want all of you. Forever.”