Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Cold water does its best to soothe my dry, scratchy throat as much as my worked-up temper.
“I’m calm,” Nolan gradually begins, placing the bottle on the nightstand beside me so I don’t have to, “because I need to be.” He slowly screws on the lid. “Because now is not the time to be burnin’ a bunch of rubber jus’ to be burnin’ it, Kid.” The bottle of pain killers is abandoned beside it. “Me bein’ peel off into the night pissed doesn’t get me answers any faster. Doesn’t fix you. Doesn’t save our woman or our son.” His warm palm lovingly lands on my leg. Protectively. “All that does is burn fuel I know Imma need later when it matters most, which is what I need you,” he squeezes, “to get through that armored fuckin’ head of yours.” Him scooting a little closer successfully lowers my shoulders. “Rest now ‘cause there won’t be time later.”
Once more, my head dramatically hits the headboard. “How can I think about shit else but this? How we let this happen? How we didn’t see this coming?! How they could’ve killed me?! How-” His hand firmly landing on my crotch abruptly cuts off my speech on a guttural groan. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you something else to think about, you filthy, little fuck.”
I prepare to argue when my cock twitches against his palm proving he might be onto something.
“Distracting you.” The less than gentle tug curls my toes. “Us.”
“Didn’t the uh…” words do their best to form around groans of both pleasure and discomfort, “doc say no…um…stren…um…strain…uh…something not…moving activities?”
He devilishly chortles.
Squeezes tighter.
Slides down to cup my balls through my boxers, the only piece of clothing I happen to be wearing.
“You won’t be doin’ the movin’.” Working my dick through the slit is swiftly executed before I can even consider an alternative. “At least not this time.”
In one fluid motion, Nolan leans over and swallows me whole, engulfing my shaft in wet, hot heat that instantly has me melting into the mattress on a garbled, “Ffffffuuuucccck…”
Aches thrum notably around my ribs, but they’re new car easy to ignore.
Especially when my fiancé slides me back further.
Lets his throat ruthlessly constrict around my cock.
Chokes.
Gargles.
Gurgles.
Creates a symphony so depraved I can’t stop myself from shoving his head down to increase the volume of his deliriously, delicious strangling sounds.
Threading my fingers through his hair not only allows me to yank him upward, granting him air, but forces him back to the brink where the only thing he can taste and breathe and think about is me.
Power – unexpected power – shoots through my grip that’s guiding him up and down.
Up and down.
Faster.
Harder.
Harsher.
Regardless of the piercing pangs building in my side, there’s no stopping my hips from jerking upward.
Meeting my savage shoves.
Controlling the uneven rate at which he gags.
Gasps.
“Now, who’s the filthy fuck, Sir?” leaves me between hisses and unrelenting bucks. “The greedy, little fuckin’ whore?” My stare becomes heavy. Hooded. “You wanna swallow for me?” Spit spews past the stretched corners of his mouth, rushing for his neck where I can literally see my cock cutting off his ability to speak. “You wanna be my fuckin’ cum dumpster?” Contorting my toes is followed by the tightening of my calves. And thighs. My ass cheeks. “Huh?” I continue to mercilessly bob his head in between banging my own against the hard piece of furniture. “Is that what you fuckin’ want?” From volume to boorishness, everything increases, exponentially. “Be a good, old fuck and let me see that shit on your tongue.” It’s impossible to stop my balls from clapping in approval or my shaft from swelling in surrender when I yank him back. “Let me see that shit on your face.” The first scorching spurt that shoots out is accompanied by a gritted teeth grunt; however, the next, the one that lands on his mouth rather than in it, freely escapes into the air as I crazily watch cum ceaselessly cover his chin and cheeks and eventually his stretched-out tongue. Between seeing so much white and feeling so little stress, I find myself mindlessly muttering, “Fffuuuuckkkkk, I love you, Nolan…”
I expect him to repeat it.
Not shove his tongue into my mouth.
Not leave me no choice in tasting myself.
Needy and greedy and feral groans rattle my chest as our tongues whirl around one another restoring the balance of power.
Sanity.
Peace.
“That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen in real life,” a voice unexpectedly states, successfully infiltrating the moment. In tandem our faces turn to where Garcia is leaning against the doorframe. “Respectfully.”
“You couldn’t respectfully fucking knock?” I bitterly bite while trying to shove my dick back into my boxers.
“I did.” He lets the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement. “Twice.”
I cut Nolan a glance, assuming he’ll quickly wipe his face, that he’s embarrassed to be seen like he is, yet find myself to be surprised again – and oddly relieved – when he doesn’t. “We wake your ass up?”