Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
My cock throbbed in his hand. “I do.”
“Just a small-town boy with a simple life,” he continued, “who happens to be an exhibitionist.”
“I wouldn’t want anyone else watching me. Not anymore.”
“That’s your biggest problem. You deserve a happy little life with a nice woman in Tennessee.”
“Fuck that,” I growled, bucking my hips to fuck his fist. “I deserve this.”
His teeth came down around my bottom lip and he sucked on it as his thumb slid over the head of my cock.
“You’re impossible,” he said.
“Let me sit on your cock.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, sir,” I pleaded. “Let me sink down on your cock before you make me come with just your hand?”
“Better.”
“Fuck me. Now.”
He exhaled. “You don’t know what you’re in for, baby. Take off your pants.”
In a moment, his hand was gone from my cock and I missed it instantly. He stood up, reaching for the bottle of lube and flicking open the cap.
I pulled off my pants and got naked for him, waiting on the sheets.
Gazing down at his cock, stiff and thick and veined, certainly way too goddamn big to imagine fitting inside me.
I wanted it, but how the fuck was I going to take it?
Draven slicked his fingers and got in bed, lying down beside me.
“Get on top of me,” he commanded, “and sit on my finger.”
I swallowed, nodding and moving to drape one leg over him until I was straddling him. I felt his slicked fingers come up against my hole, not pressing inside yet, but teasing around the ring of muscle.
From where I was sitting I could gaze down at his face. His dark hair, spilling out over the pillow behind his head. His fingers, resting on my thigh.
I’d been attracted to women before in the past, but none of that had ever felt like this.
I would let this man do anything to me.
Against my better judgment.
I pushed downward, sitting on his finger as he slowly pushed it inside me. Already I felt impatient, wanting more but knowing I couldn’t currently take it.
Work me open so you can fill me up.
I pushed past the slight pain of one finger, and when he added a second one, it was more than double the intensity.
He kept his gaze firmly planted on me, his eyes daring me to stop, even for just a second.
I wasn’t going to stop.
I could take it.
I sat down further on his fingers, pushing myself to take more.
“Perfect,” he murmured, and the praise only made me want to do better.
He used his free hand to toy with my cock, pushing around my precum on the tip, teasing me, and occasionally giving it a firm squeeze. He made sure to never truly jerk me off, instead edging me along with quick touches and maddening little grips that made me desperate for more.
“I’m ready.”
“Don’t think you are,” he said.
“Maybe I don’t care.”
“You think you can take my cock?” he asked, slapping his thick shaft up against the cleft of my ass.
“Stop messing with me,” I groaned, and he did it again, right as his fingers hitched up against my prostate.
“Could keep you like this for hours,” he murmured.
“I’d come sooner than that.”
He moved his hand away from my cock and reached up to pinch one of my nipples instead. I shoved my ass down onto his fingers inside me, a sharp pain hitting me. I ignored it.
“Come on,” I continued. “You’ve fucked a million people, from what I’ve gathered. Just fuck me. Use me, like I’m one of the people at your parties.”
His expression darkened like a passing cloud.
“Don’t say that again.”
I paused for a moment, unable to tell if I’d struck a bad chord in him.
“Didn’t you have fun at your parties?”
“Once upon a time,” he said. “But this is nothing like that, Max. You’re nothing like that.”
“All the more reason to give me what I want, then.”
He pulled in a deep breath, his gaze dancing over my body.
And then, like I’d done a magic trick, I watched him reach over for the condom on the bedside table. He slid his fingers out of me and reached around, wrapping his dick and slicking it with more lube.
“You’re not ready,” he said. “But I’m going to go slow. Watch what you fucking say as you take my cock.”
The tone he was using pissed me off. “What? I’m not allowed to tell you to use me?”
He pushed the tip of his cock up against my hole, and only a little bit had gone in before I realized just how much I needed to be stretched.
“Careful,” Draven warned.
“Goddamn,” I whispered.
It seemed like I would be too tight forever. Draven watched me closely, giving me his cock little by little, then stopping.
“I’ve been using you since the moment I met you,” he said in a low tone now. “I use you for my own pleasure, but also for my own pain. I fucking torture myself, using you, Max.”