Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95019 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I’m sure he knows I will, but he wants me to know that this is on my terms and help me relax.
“I will,” I assure him before he wets his cock and my ass with some lube.
He’s even slower than he was the first time, pressing the head of his cock against me. He looks to me.
“I’m ready,” I tell him with a nod, and he pushes in again.
Nervous as I am, I don’t feel that surge of discomfort and tension like I did the first time.
“Fuck, it’s tight,” he says, a sliver of a smile playing across his lips.
Looking at that mug makes me think that—even knowing all this time he’s a hot guy—I haven’t allowed myself to really appreciate it because of how much I hated his asshole behavior, but fuck, he’s beautiful.
His cock steadily creeps farther in, my muscles remaining relaxed, and I’m anticipating that sensation he brought up in me, how it felt to have his fingers against my prostate, even before there’s that sensation again. Ripples of excitement travel through my body as my skin prickles with goose bumps. I close my eyes and roll my head back, moaning as my body welcomes him.
“There we go,” he whispers as he slides another inch past my prostate. “Wow,” he mumbles so that it’s barely audible.
I open my eyes. “What?”
“Liking how my cock looks inside you.”
“That works since I definitely like how it feels.”
There’s relief, not just from having pressure against my prostate, but knowing that the hard part seems to have passed.
“I’m gonna stay here, let your body adjust,” he says as he caresses the inside of my thigh, and the care he’s taking with me lifts what remains of the tension in my chest. He moves close, until his face is only a few inches from mine. “In the meantime, I think you deserve a kiss for how good you took me.”
Once again, he’s generous with his kisses. Fuck, it’s even better when he’s inside me at the same time. I nibble at his bottom lip, then give it a gentle tug with my teeth, surprised how quickly he’s cured me of feeling self-conscious about that. I’m eager to feel him stimulating that sweet spot, so I tell him, “You can try a little.”
He offers a subtle movement, back and forth, and waves of energy rush right through me, spreading out, my nerves celebrating. My body vibrates as my eyes roll back and I call out.
“Oh, I like when you roll your eyes like this,” he teases before his lips are against my throat, tongue in a frenzy as he keeps up his work, allowing me to lose myself in this realm of pleasure I’d only heard about but now know no amount of description could have prepared me for.
“You want me to speed up?” he asks at the perfect time.
“A little bit.”
He offers broader strokes, and given that there was a moment when I thought my body wouldn’t even let him inside, I’m shocked by how much I’ve opened up. It’s a thought I can only enjoy for a moment before his lips return to mine and I lose myself again.
With each short thrust, I gain confidence in what I can handle, and I urge him to give me more.
And more.
Until soon he’s thrusting in and out with ease and my body’s pulsing with life, sparks igniting in nerves in surprising places, tingling at my toes.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” I confess before one of those waves sweeps right through me, leaving me gasping.
Ryan rises on his knees, locking his arms around my thighs as he continues his work, getting farther back. Another wave is quickly followed by a rush of warmth to my face, the intensity of it sending an urgent signal through my pelvis.
“Your ass feels so good. Marty, I love the way you’re gripping me.”
“Oh my God. You’re really hitting it.”
“You mind if I try something?”
I snicker. With what he’s doing for me, I submit. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
He stops his thrusts, which is good because if he kept going, I was likely to blow at any moment. He leans down, wrapping his arms under mine and pulling me up. “Put your arms around my neck.”
The way I obey, it’s like my body isn’t even giving me a chance to think about it, as though it knows whatever comes next means more of this amazing feeling, so we need to do whatever will make that happen. Once my arms are around him, he grabs under my thighs and wraps them around his waist, then leans back, pulling me off the bed so that he’s on his knees and I’m held up, his cock buried deep in my hole, which makes him even harder.
“Fuck, Ryan,” I call out, enjoying how firm he is inside me, the pressure that’s hitting my prostate.