Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 108862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“All of you?”
“If you want.”
When he slaps his hands onto my hips like a spank, my eyes go wide as he bares his teeth and says, “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve done anything with anyone?”
That makes two of us. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t.” He grips me tighter. Pulls me against him firmer. “I’m unbreakable.”
There’s something in the way he says that. Like he means a lot more than what he’s saying.
I’m too horny to figure it out. “Been a while for me, too.”
“Then let’s do it already.”
I go for the nightstand again. Tear off the package. Roll it on. Another squirt of my trusty brand. He turns over onto his stomach while I take hold of his hips.
Then it isn’t fingers teasing between his cheeks.
And as I work my way in, I feel his whole body collapse under my grips, like a sigh expressed through muscle. I’m gentle with my thrusts. I’m not exactly Godzilla down there, but I’m sure not small by any means either.
And Wyatt is tight. I fucking love the way sliding inside of him feels, how his body lets me in and fights me at the same time. Just like a fucking glove.
He grunts and mutters something under his breath.
“Too much?” I ask him, thinking he’ll tell me to go slow.
“Harder,” he says instead.
This guy …
I keep my hold on him. Pump him deeper with every thrust. He keeps sighing into the pillow.
“Faster,” he groans.
I’m more than happy to up the pace. It’s starting to feel like a challenge. One I wasn’t aware I was taking on when I saw his face through the window and decided to open the front door.
What was I saying when I did that? Come in for some coffee? I’ve been thinking about you nonstop the whole time you’ve been at church? I can still feel you clinging to my side all last night?
I want to fuck you?
This feels so insanely good. And from the sighs and groans I keep pumping out of Wyatt, he’s enjoying it just as much.
Hope he keeps enjoying it, because I can go a long time.
All fucking day, if he’s got it in him.
If he really is so “unbreakable”.
His ass is so perfect. Haven’t I mentioned that a few times? I’m in heaven every time I thrust forward and feel its perfect, plump shape slap against my front. How the hell does he get an ass like this? Genetics? Does he do squats every day when he wakes up?
I grab hold of his hips, pulling him up. He complies right away and gets on all fours. Now the whole bed rocks with every thrust I give him, every one slapping harder. Then he lifts up and I wrap my arms around him, holding him against me as I drive into him deeper and deeper.
He grabs hold of my hand and presses it over his mouth.
Is he telling me something?
I take over and grip his mouth, pulling his head back against me like I’m both cradling it and silencing him. His throat fills with muffled whimpering, telling me I did exactly what he wanted me to. My other hand holds him against me so tightly, like he’s bound to me by something stronger than rope, unable to get away. Mine.
His mouth opens under my fingers. His teeth graze them, as if tempted to bite. I let my fingers in, which lets his whimpering out.
Then I drag my other hand down his body and find his dick, completely untouched, bouncing all over the place as I fuck him.
The second I touch it, his moans intensify.
I start stroking him. Driving him straight up the wall. It isn’t clear whether he’s losing his mind in a good or bad way. Only that he’s definitely fucking losing it.
My wet fingers slip from his mouth, down his chin, and over his chest. I arrive at his nipple and let the fingertip draw circles around it. Should I pinch it? Give him a taste of his own medicine?
He reaches behind him and grabs hold of my hips, pulling me against him harder with every thrust. Nothing is enough with this guy. He wants it harder. He wants it faster. He wants it rougher.
Then he wants it now. “I’m so close. Diego. Diego …”
I could go for hours, but I love riding that edge. “Me too,” I say right into his ear, low and hungry.
“Come inside me,” he begs. “Hold my mouth and come inside me. Hard. Don’t let go.”
I jerk him faster as my other hand leaves his nipple and slaps right back onto his mouth. Just that action alone sends him over the edge, his whimpers turning into outright howls of joy. He’s so loud, I press my hand even firmer over his mouth just to quiet him down, thinking the whole damned neighborhood will hear.