Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
“You’re so damn smooth in there,” I whisper, crooking my finger to press my fingertip to the wall of his entrance.
He blushes as though he hasn’t asked for this himself. How can one man be so cute and so dangerous at once? I’ve got no idea, but I’m eating it up.
“Ready for you,” he whispers, as if he’s afraid to be loud after all. He rocks against my hand, his dick rubbing my chest, and this is my heaven, because I can smell his lust, and feel its sticky dampness on my skin.
“No, you’re not.” I chuckle and slide in another finger, twisting both as Clyde’s eyes shut. His flush is now covering every bit of skin within sight, and he rests his forehead on my shoulder in a futile attempt to catch his breath. “I need to open you up. Then, you’ll be ready for a good drilling.”
His breath hitches and he squeezes my shoulders. I love it when he leaves scratches on me. His insides are so hot and he tightens his ass every time he shifts his weight with a little moan. I can’t wait to feel that on my cock.
“Oh, fuck, Road… Why do I like it so much?” He groans when I fuck my fingers into him faster, crooking them so I start massaging his prostate gently.
I pull myself up just enough to nip on his pec and suck on the nipple right next to the bite mark I left on him. “How does it feel, Blue Eyes?” I ask, sitting up as I stretch him, feeling the very edge of the muscle at his entrance, where he becomes so unbearably soft.
“I don’t know… Like… an unstoppable force, but I want you there. I want you to… take pleasure in me. I want to know I’m why you come. I love being wanted so much.”
He answers his own question, but it’s my ego that grows with every word.
“I want you so. Fucking. Much,” I say, pumping into him with more force. I love the way he arches his back before pushing onto my fingers while his hard dick remains neglected, resting on my abs. “You’re the best I had. Ever.”
Clyde grabs my face and looks me dead in the eyes. Despite me being knuckle-deep inside him, he seems to dominate in this moment as his fingers press into my cheeks. “You’re gonna come so hard it will wipe your damn memory of anyone else.”
I nod, choked up on all the air I’ve inhaled when he dug his fingers into my cheeks. But when I press on his pleasure spot with more force, the determination on his face falters, and I latch onto his neck while I shove in a third finger, making my man stir with a soft sigh.
“Promises, promises…”
I love making him speechless. There’s a power play between us, but while he may own my heart, I know I’ll win the physical battle. Every moan from him is proof of that.
Clyde is struggling to find words, and his grip on me eases, but then, as I pull out my fingers, about to push them into his pliant body again, he presses on my shoulders. He puts his weight into it, and my head lands against the pillow as he towers over me.
Breath-fucking-taking. His drying hair is tangled, giving him a stormy appearance. Like he’s taken off his helmet after a long ride on his motorcycle. This is so much better though, because he moves up my body, about to ride me. His gaze is determined when he reaches behind himself and grabs my cock.
“Enough promises then, let’s get to the action,” he rasps, leaning over me.
It’s a bit of an awkward position, him crouching and trying to sit on my dick while holding it up, but something about it, about his raw need to take me inside is so insanely sexy I place both my hands on his knees and wait. I’m like a king waiting to be pleasured, sating myself on the picture he makes in the muted light of my bedroom.
“You might need a scarf tomorrow,” I point out, glancing at the bruise forming on his neck.
He raises his eyebrows at me. “So no one knows we’re fucking? That ship has sailed, Road.”
I’m about to answer when he pushes down, and as his tight body sucks me in, reality turns into a gooey blur with only him remaining sharp as a razor. “Ohh fuck,” I mumble, grabbing his thighs, but he sinks even lower. I can hear his soft gasps, the rapid swallowing, but he doesn’t stop until his ass flattens against my hips. It’s fucking heaven.
“This is…” I mumble, lacking for words even when I manage to peel my eyes open and take in the tense column of his throat, the sharp lines of muscle that simultaneously look soft and like marble. “So damn luxurious. Tight, and hot, and fucking perfect… you’re perfect…”