Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 96695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Pleasure bloomed through his body, unfurling bold and delicate petals in every inch of him. Fires burst to life, leaving him sweaty and needy. He stretched out his arms and gripped the sides of the table. With his feet balanced on the arms of the chair, he inched closer, trying to take more of Everand’s finger, meeting him thrust for thrust.
As a second finger pushed into his hole, Everand bent and licked a long stripe up his dick. Hugo shouted and swore, his brain cutting out at that brief sting of pain curled up in a rush of ecstasy.
“Ev!” he shouted. He pressed his head into the wood and arched his spine off the cool surface. It all felt too wonderful. Muscles tightened and tension increased at the base of his spine, warning that the orgasm that had been lingering in the background was about to burst free. But he couldn’t like this. He needed to feel Everand in him.
“Yeah, I don’t think I can wait much longer either,” Everand admitted through clenched teeth. He worked in a third and final finger. “I don’t want to hurt you, my precious treasure.”
“You won’t. Promise.”
Everand hesitated, meeting Hugo’s gaze with a dark, questioning one. Whatever he saw must have convinced him, because he quickly withdrew his hand and shoved down his pants to his ankles. Hugo lifted his head to see Everand drizzle his cock with a heavy dose of the oil he’d been using to slick his fingers. Grinning, Hugo scooted his ass just off the edge of the table.
A giggle escaped Everand, and then the head of his dick brushed Hugo’s hole. All the laughter stopped. Everand pushed inside, stopping after the head breached the tight ring of muscles, and they both moaned. He was thicker and hotter than Hugo had imagined. The pain was sharp, but it subsided as Everand withdrew slightly and moved in deeper. Hugo released his death grip on the table and started stroking his cock, reigniting all the fires that had burned so brightly seconds ago.
“Yes, that’s it. Take your pleasure. My precious treasure. My perfect love,” Everand gasped.
“More. Harder,” Hugo choked out, forcing aside the brief euphoria that came with that husky pet name. He couldn’t focus on it. There was no telling whether Everand meant what he was saying. His cock was in Hugo’s ass, and neither of them was thinking any longer.
Everand sped up. The slap of bare skin permeated the room, accompanied by an ominous creak of the wooden table. While sturdy, it hadn’t been built for this use. Hugo wanted to whisper a prayer to any god for it to hold, but Everand sped up, pounding into him with such force and precision that Hugo temporarily forgot how to breathe. His hand shuttled along his cock faster and faster.
“Ev!” Hugo cried out; he was getting so damn close.
“Wait!” Everand snarled. He pulled free of Hugo’s body. The sharp emptiness left Hugo feeling bereft, as if something had been carved from his chest. Yet before he could even ask why Everand had stopped, the prince pulled him to his feet and spun him to face the table. He shoved him to lay facedown. Just as Hugo was drawing air into his lungs again, Everand thrust, knocking the air he’d drawn out. The angle was different, leaving him feeling fuller somehow. He howled and begged as Everand fucked him. It was so close to perfect. He hovered on the edge of orgasm, but from this angle he couldn’t easily reach his cock that was trapped under the table. A sob of frustration threatened to break from his throat when Everand lifted one of his legs, pushing his knee up so that it was balanced on the table. As he did, the prince hit a magical spot. Lightning sliced through him, scorching every part of him. A shout burst from his lips as he came without warning, without even being touched. All he could do was cry out as Everand ruthlessly fucked him through the brain-melting orgasm.
As he was returning to himself, Everand shouted and came hard, filling Hugo with his hot semen.
Oh, gods.
How was he supposed to return to the ball now? After this? Hugo didn’t want to move. The prince’s breakfast would have to be served beside his limp body and bare ass in the morning.
Everand collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms loosely around him and pressed his lips to the tuxedo jacket still covering his shoulders. Oh, gods. He was still half-dressed! This was not one of his brightest moments.
“I don’t want to move,” Everand mumbled against his back, echoing the sluggish thoughts stumbling through Hugo’s mind.
“I might not have thought this out very well,” Hugo admitted.
“No, it’s okay. We need to get everything working again.”
“You were amazing.”