Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“God, Luke.” He exhaled. “Your ass was made for me. You feel so good.”
“More.” He wanted it all. To be filled so completely. On Matteo’s next thrust, Luke pushed backward, wringing a gasp out of Matteo as he took all of him.
“Fuck.”
“Yes!” Luke cried out. “Hard. Fuck me so hard!”
Matteo needed no other urging. He pulled away until just the head of his cock stretched that tight ring of muscles, only to slam back into Luke in a smooth, fast thrust. He pounded into him again and again, lighting Luke’s body up. The bed screamed under them, and the wooden headboard battered the wall. But the incredible noise failed to drown out the slap of their skin and desperate cries of pleasure.
Luke’s orgasm tightened within him, and he attempted to sneak a hand under his body so he could stroke his cock, but Matteo grabbed his wrist and pinned it to his spine.
“No. You wanted to be fucked hard. You come when I say you can come,” he panted as he continued to move in and out of Luke’s body.
Luke whimpered in need, every muscle in his body pulled tight. Matteo paused long enough to spread more lube on his cock. He gripped Luke’s hip, lifting him a little higher to change the angle. This time, as Matteo entered him, his cock hit his prostate, and the world lit up. A scream broke from Luke’s lips, and he tried to pull his arm free, but Matteo wouldn’t loosen his hold.
“That’s it. That’s the perfect spot.” Matteo thrust faster, hitting that magical button with a surgeon’s precision. Luke’s brain turned to mush, and all he could do was cry out in ecstasy. His body trembled as it grasped at Matteo’s cock, wanting it to never leave him. His orgasm was so close. He teetered on the edge, everything inside him screaming out for that final release, but he held on, wanting to bask in his pleasure, to do exactly as Matteo said.
“Fuck. So close,” Matteo gritted out. “You wanna come, baby?”
“Yes,” Luke whined. “Please. Hurry.”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” One of the hands holding Luke’s hip slipped under him. As those slick fingers touched Luke’s dick, the angle of Matteo’s thrusts changed again. It was like he’d somehow found another inch of cock he’d been holding back. The first brush of his fingers combined with that thick cock made the world shatter. He screamed himself hoarse as he came. Everything turned white as he was washed in hot, electric ecstasy while the sounds of Matteo’s shouts of pleasure filled his ears.
Consciousness flickered in and out for a minute, like a dying bulb, before turning completely off. He lay on his stomach, vaguely aware that he was in a wet patch of his own cum. Matteo’s dick was still deep in his ass while the man was plastered to his skin. They both panted as if they’d just completed a marathon.
“Can…can I say something really crude, and you not get pissed?” Matteo murmured into his hair.
A half grin teased Luke’s lips because he couldn’t find the muscles to get it working. “Sure.”
“My dick looks so fucking good in your ass.”
Luke’s entire body shook with laughter. Not what he was expecting, but he liked it.
“What?” Matteo giggled. He wrapped an arm around Luke, pulling him in tight. His hips shifted, pushing his cock into Luke’s stretched hole. They moaned in unison. “Your pale skin tone and super sexy ass against my darker cock filling that hole. It’s gorgeous.”
“You know what that means?” Luke asked, fighting more laughter.
“What?”
“That you’re going to need to fuck me all the time.”
Matteo snuggled his face into Luke’s hair and hummed happily. “Okay, but only because I want my boyfriend to be happy.”
The words were clearly meant to be playful, but Luke tensed at Matteo’s use of the word “boyfriend,” and Luke felt Matteo stiffen as well.
“Shit. Sorry. I always move too fast with that word.” Matteo tried to move away, but Luke grabbed his arm to keep him close.
“No! I—”
“Crap! The condom!”
All their movement combined with Matteo’s softening cock was in danger of making a mess. Matteo carefully pulled free of Luke and removed the condom. While he tied it off and tossed it into the small black wastebasket, Luke got out of bed to pull down the blankets, and quickly discovered that he was now covered in cum-crusted black rose petals. Oh, my fucking God. He was going to strangle a demon or two.
When they were lying in the bed facing each other, the flirty Matteo suddenly seemed shy.
“I don’t mind being called your boyfriend, if it means I get to date you,” Luke ventured.
Matteo lit up instantly. “Really? You don’t think it’s too fast?”
“As long as you don’t think it’s a problem if I ask that we’re exclusive. I’m not good at dating multiple people at the same time.”