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)
My heart was pounding again.
He was challenging me, and I sure as fuck wasn’t saying no to the challenge.
“I still think you’re going to chicken out, though. Oh no, I can’t possibly fuck the football player. What will happen when he goes pro, and then I have to see his face all over TV and the internet for the next twenty years?”
I dropped my hand away from his throat, letting out a laugh as I shoved two fingers as deep as they went into his ass.
“Is that what you think?”
He moaned. “I know it’s true.”
“I’m not afraid of seeing your face on TV. Of hearing your name. I’m sure you’ll go far, Peachel. You’ll date famous gay rock stars and become that cherished household name. You crave that fame.”
“I just want to be good.”
“You’re very good, Andrew.”
I removed my fingers all at once, making him whimper a little at the loss of me.
I grabbed a condom from the nightstand and undid the foil wrapper, feeling each individual beat of my heart as I wrapped it over my dick and coated it with lube.
“You’re going to live with this every day until I finish the article,” I told him, lining up my tip with his hole and dragging it across a few times, refusing to press into him yet. “When you’re wondering what I might write about you, I want you to remember exactly how this feels.”
I pushed the first bit of my tip into him, not even giving him an inch yet.
He groaned deeply, his hands tensing up on the wall.
“Give it to me,” he whispered.
“Want you to remember how you begged for my cock every time you see me. Remember how this felt.”
I pushed in a little further.
He was so goddamn tight and I knew it had to hurt a little. I went slow, watching his spine slowly relax in front of me as he adjusted to my cock head. I moved one hand around to his front, gently running my fingertips across one of his nipples, waiting for him to relax.
“You can’t freak me out. I fucking love this,” he said.
Every few words were punctuated with heavy breath.
Goddamn, do you have to be so eager?
I watched a little more of my cock disappear inside him, pulling in a sharp breath of air. I wanted to shove it deep so badly it hurt.
I hadn’t known Andrew for very long but I was already tired of the hold he had on me. He had a small amount of control over me that I usually didn’t let anyone have.
Fucking him now was like a small punishment, even if he didn’t realize it.
“You okay?” I uttered, gripping the sides of his hips.
“Give me more.”
“Greedy.”
I wasn’t going to hold back any longer, though.
If he was begging that much, I was going to give him what he asked for.
I thrust my cock into him until my thighs pushed against the back of his ass. He swore under his breath.
“Still think you can take me?”
“Every fucking inch,” he replied in a broken breath. “You can do anything you want to me.”
Fuck, that was hot.
I worked out of him slowly before shoving back in. “You want to be used.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “I know you love this ass. I know you look at it every fucking time you see me—”
I put a hand forward to cover his mouth and shut him up. But the moment my fingers landed on his lips he moved to bite down on them, his teeth digging into my skin.
The pain just made my cock pulse inside him. I pushed my fingers further into his mouth, over his tongue, and within another moment he was sucking on them as if they were my second cock.
I pulled my hand out of his mouth and moved down to his groin. My fingers were slick with his spit and I worked them over his tip, dragging through the precum he was leaking there, too.
“Your ass is mine,” I uttered, my voice ragged and deep.
“Your cock is mine.”
I used my hips to shove so hard against his ass that he pressed further forward toward the wall, and he exhaled like I’d knocked the wind out of him. My fist wrapped around the head of his cock and I started to stroke him as I pounded from behind.
My skin was burning hot.
His was, too.
He smelled like my body wash, which elicited even more of a possessive urge in me.
I wanted more.
I’d fucking brand him as mine if he let me.
I leaned over and bit down on a spot on his shoulder before sucking a kiss onto his skin there, leaving a mark.
He started to push his ass back against me in a steady rhythm. He definitely wasn’t passive when he was bottoming—in fact, he was just as pushy from the bottom as he was everywhere else in life.