Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I can take it.” Adler pulled off long enough to brag again, a clear challenge in his eyes. “Go hard.”
I thrust with measured caution, chasing his mouth but letting him control most of the depth. However, the more I thrust, the more Adler moaned until I was fucking his mouth in earnest. He sucked hard on every retreat and relaxed on the downstroke so I could go deep.
“Fuck.” I groaned low, his eagerness making me harder than I could remember. “You love this, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” Adler hummed his reply around my cock, and the vibrations had me right on the edge, way sooner than I liked.
“You weren’t lying about being good.” I gasped. “So good for me. Fuck. You gonna swallow?”
“Want it.” Adler nodded with half my dick in his mouth, hottest fucking sight ever, and I finally went as hard as he’d been begging for, thrusting fast and deep, a sloppy gallop to the finish.
“Close, baby. Here it comes,” I warned. All he did was suck that much harder. “You swallow it all now.”
Climax hit me like a flash flood in a slot canyon, swift and devastating, little warning as it cleared out everything in its path, mental clutter and rational thought be damned. Before this moment, I’d only ever achieved similar clarity when getting a tattoo. It took all my remaining focus to keep upright as the waves retreated, leaving me boneless.
“Yummy.” Adler licked his lips. He jacked his cock with quick motions like he was already most of the way there. “Do I get my reward?”
“Hell yes.” I’d give him whatever the fuck he wanted after that.
“I was good?” Adler stroked himself faster. A deep flush spread from his chest up his neck to his cheeks.
“Amazing. Best I’ve ever had.” I wasn’t lying either, so I put all my gratitude into my voice. “So good for me.”
“Thank you.” Adler gasped as he spurted all over his fist, creamy ropes that dribbled down his wrist. His body shook and shivered. “Oh God.”
He rested his head against my thigh, and stroking his mess of damp hair felt as natural as breathing. I didn’t know what to make of this urge to pet and take care of him, so my back tensed as restless energy gathered in my torso.
“Wow.” Adler glanced down at his hand. “Gonna need another swim.”
“Yep.” Pleased to have something to do with myself, I waded into the cool water, leaving him to follow. “Better behave this time.”
“I will.” Adler was back to his usual eager-to-please self, and if I missed the brat, well, that was for me to mull over later, along with my dick’s continued interest in Adler’s talented mouth. I’d just come, but my body seemed to have forgotten we weren’t twenty anymore.
“Good boy.” I’d issued the praise without really thinking and was about to walk the comment back because Adler wasn’t a kid, but he made a pleased noise, expression going soft and warm.
“Oh, I’ll be good.” He fluttered his eyelashes. “Now, when do I get to ride a horse?”
“Soon.” More time with Adler was a bad, bad idea, but a promise was a promise. Surely, I could manage a riding lesson and keep my dick in my pants. What happened at the swimming hole, stayed at the swimming hole.
Chapter Three
Adler
Foreman Foxy didn’t seem like the type to tolerate tardiness, so I was five minutes early to our agreed-upon evening time for a horse riding lesson. I had a feeling Grayson was giving up his dinner hour for me, but he’d also likely chosen the time because the horse barn was otherwise deserted. It was still light outside as I trudged up from the main ranch house. Maverick had messaged that he and Hannah were doing more school prep and getting dinner out after the hospital, which was a good thing because I hadn’t had to answer any questions as I showered off after my sweaty hike back. Of course now I was sweating again because what was left of the day remained a scorcher.
And sweating because I might never be able to think of hot weather again without also thinking of skinny dipping with Grayson. Otherwise known as the most sexually charged encounter of my life. I was no virgin, but blowing Grayson had been a rush unlike anything outside of certain chemically assisted experiences. I’d assumed sobriety meant never again achieving such a lofty high, but I’d lacked the imagination for what it would mean to play with someone stern and sexy like Grayson. I wanted more where that came from, but as soon as I entered the barn, he greeted me with a deep frown and grunt.
Playtime is over. Oh well. He’d said that earlier and not meant it. Maybe I could wear him down for a repeat regardless of the disinterested and put-out vibes.