Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 101168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Where do you want me?” he asked, clearly eager to obey.
“Behind me, leaning over the bed.”
They slid over until they were in the right position and looked back over their shoulder at Edgar.
“Fuck me hard, mister,” they growled, and Edgar obliged. He slid on a condom and slicked lube down his length, eyes closing in pleasure at his own touch. “No,” Jamie said. “That’s mine.”
Edgar whimpered. “Yes, sir. Do you want my fingers first?”
“No.”
Jamie slicked themself quickly and pushed their hips backward, demanding to be fucked.
Edgar’s erection felt like steel, and Jamie breathed through their nose, reminding themself to relax their muscles.
“Oh my god,” Edgar whispered worshipfully as he slid fully inside.
Jamie waited for the moment they knew was coming, when their brain sorted out the sensations and got on with feeling amazing. Two deep breaths later and it came, sliding from too full to exactly right in the space of a second.
Edgar was strong and hung, and he did just as Jamie had instructed: he fucked them hard.
The thrusts rocked them both, and soon Jamie couldn’t keep their footing. Edgar hauled them up the bed, pushing them forward so he could get back inside. This time, the moment of penetration felt exquisite, and Jamie knew they weren’t going to last much longer. The liquid, full feeling was leaking all through their guts in a way that left them overwhelmed and out of control.
Jamie didn’t like to be out of control ordinarily, but this? This, they did love.
Jamie’s arms couldn’t hold them up any longer, and they collapsed onto their stomach, cheek on the pillow and ass in the air, getting deliciously pounded. They had just enough wherewithal to snake a hand between their legs and stroke themself as Edgar fucked them.
“Jamie, fuck, god.”
“Don’t stop,” Jamie demanded. “I’m so fucking close.”
Jamie could feel Edgar gather his strength to keep fucking them, and they groaned their appreciation, fingers flying between their legs.
The pleasure was hot and deep. When they cast a glance over their shoulder, Edgar looked like something torn from their deepest, most potent fantasies, holding their hips and fucking into them like a god.
“Jamie,” Edgar gasped. He thrust hard and deep and stayed there, rotating his hips so they stayed full of him, so full they could almost choke. His hand came down to their own, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
He gathered the slick moisture and stroked between their legs with featherlight touches. It still felt so fucking good, the delicate, gossamer strokes meeting the deep, thick joy of penetration.
Jamie throbbed and leaked, caught right on the edge.
“Move,” Jamie gasped. “You’d better fucking move, and fuck me, Edg—”
Edgar thrust deeper, each slide accompanied by a moan so desperate and involuntary that Jamie knew he was holding on by a thread.
They pushed his fingers down to rub harder and lifted their ass, spreading themself apart.
“Oh my god,” Edgar said, then he sank a tiny bit deeper, and Jamie felt like they were spiraling apart.
Splayed on the bed, at the mercy of the thick cock inside them, Jamie came in rolling waves of orgasm that twisted them up inside and then released with such force that for a moment, they lost track of their body in space. The pleasure racked them, destroyed them, and they buried their face in the bed.
Edgar’s fingers bit into their hips, and with a final flurry of thrusts that fanned sparks of their orgasm into fire again, he came with a roar.
“God, fuck,” Edgar groaned, burying his face in Jamie’s neck.
He was heavy, but the weight felt good.
Jamie moaned in satisfaction.
“Was that okay?” he asked, kissing Jamie’s jaw and chin, seeking out their mouth.
Jamie forced their orgasm-trembly body to roll so they were facing Edgar.
“It’s so hot that you like to be told what to do, and I’m definitely gonna do it again in the future. You fucked me into oblivion.”
“Yeah?” Edgar said and grinned.
Jamie guided his hand between their legs and shivered when he touched them with worshipful fingertips.
“Oh, fuck,” Edgar groaned into their neck.
Jamie felt utterly at peace. They were exactly where they wanted to be, with exactly whom they wanted to be with, and they never wanted it to end.
“Would you be my date to my annoying sister’s extremely annoying wedding?” Jamie asked.
Edgar pushed himself up onto his elbows. He was smiling softly.
“Yeah? I didn’t think you wanted me to come,” he admitted.
Damn it, Amelia really had been right. Jamie felt awful.
“I’m sorry, Edgar. I never meant to make you feel that way. I just wasn’t sure I’d even go to the wedding if my family was going to treat me like shit. But I want you. I always want you. I should’ve asked you sooner.”
Edgar kissed Jamie so sweetly.
“Is that a yes?” they asked.
“You better believe it, mister,” Edgar said.
26
Edgar
Edgar got to Allie’s with beignets and coffee by 9 a.m. to find a note on the door. If you ring this bell, you will be haunted for all eternity.