Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I was starting to feel something else when I was with him.
More than just the urge to fuck.
More than a passing need to come.
And the only way I knew how to handle that?
Double down even more.
Get physical.
Very fucking physical.
Everything was a lot easier when I didn’t want too much, and that’s exactly why I had to fuck the desperation right out of him tonight. I couldn’t focus when he looked at me like he gave a damn about me.
“I’m going to train you to take my cock,” I told him.
And remind myself that it’s just physical. Nothing more.
He stepped away and made his way across my bedroom. He seemed unsure of where to go at first, then finally decided on the open wall on the right side of my bed.
He put each of his palms up onto the wall. I ran my hands through my hair, watching him slowly dip to push his ass backward and out.
I gripped the base of my dick, giving it a tight squeeze, as if that would relieve my problem. Nothing could help right now, though.
Other than one thing.
Give. Him. Your. Cock.
“You think you can just bat your eyelashes at me and shove your perfect fucking ass out like that—”
I smacked my hand onto his ass.
He moaned at the contact, his eyes fluttering shut just for a moment.
“Do that again.”
My cock pulsed.
Of course he’d say the hottest thing possible.
I smacked him there again and this time, kept my palm there afterward, giving him a firm squeeze. I dragged my fingertips along his tight little hole, craving him more than I ever should.
“I want to make something clear,” I told him. “I’m going to write the article the way I want to write it, and nothing is going to change that. And if I fuck you—”
“When you fuck me,” he corrected.
“I don’t care if you milk every last drop of cum out of me and it’s the best fuck I’ve ever had, that isn’t going to change how I research this article.”
“What’s there to research? Just watch how we play football and write about it.”
“Trust me, there’s plenty to research.”
I pushed one finger into his hole, just a tiny bit because I didn’t have my lube out yet. He bit down on his lip, groaning deeply.
“Pretty sure you’re not going to write about how tight I am in the TNU Weekly.”
“No. But I’m going to investigate all of your personal lives,” I murmured.
Andrew turned back again to glare at me. “Fuck you.”
“Knew you’d hate that.”
“Well, you’re right.”
“And I’m going to figure out why you seem to hate the idea of that so much. What are you hiding, Peachel? And why don’t you want me to find out about it?”
“Shut up,” he said. But the sharpness in his voice trailed off as I gave him a tiny bit of my finger again. “All I want is to go pro. You know that.”
“Mhm. And you want it so bad that you’re deathly afraid of anything that could tarnish your perfect, jocky golden-boy reputation.”
All at once I pulled my finger out and reached over to my nightstand, yanking open the top drawer and grabbing a bottle of lube. I had my fingers slicked a moment later and I moved back over, pushing inside him.
“God, that is good,” he uttered, turning forward to face the wall again.
He let one hand slide down from its position on the wall, reaching to drag his hand along his cock.
“Up. Against. The wall,” I told him, reaching for his hand and pulling it upward again, pinning it back where it had been.
He let out a frustrated sigh, pushing his ass backward in a begging way.
“You piss me off so fucking bad,” he said under his breath.
But then I gave him a second finger in his ass, and he shut up real quick.
“God, you look good with me inside you,” I said, watching my two fingers slide in past his tight ring. He took it like a champ, squeezing around me.
“It’ll be even prettier when it’s your cock.”
I reached around the front of him with my free hand, briefly cuffing his throat with my palm.
“I decide when that happens. If that happens.”
I could feel his Adam’s apple vibrate as he hummed under my hand. “Squeeze tighter.”
My cock ached between my legs and I shoved my erection up against one of his ass cheeks, teasing him.
I did as he said, squeezing my hand a little tighter around his throat.
“You know you’re going to like fucking me,” he murmured, his voice slightly strained under my pressure. “You’re going to put a condom on, fuck me so hard I can’t speak, then fill the rubber deep inside me. I’m good at taking a dick, Gilman.”
“Of course you are,” I said, my voice low. Even I could hear the thick desire in my tone, and I knew he’d notice it, too.