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)
And that was something I could provide.
“Hands flat on the desk. Move forward,” I told him, gripping his hips and giving him a little shove.
He leaned over further for me.
I gave his ass a firm smack. That perfect ass, ready and waiting, all mine.
“Is this what you wanted, ever since you saw me on the edge of the football field?” he said. “You wanted to tame me? Dick me down, put me in my place?”
“Am I supposed to deny that? Because the answer is yes.”
He shoved his ass back against me and I chased that sensation, pushing up against him in retaliation.
“Give it to me.”
I lined my tip up with his hole and pushed inside, just a little bit.
“You talk a big game, Gilman,” I uttered. “But can you actually take this?”
“Fuck,” he hissed as I gave him a little more. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”
“You can.”
I gave him another little push and he moaned as he gripped the edge of my desk. I watched his knuckles strain, then watching as they relaxed. I ran my palm along his spine, savoring every moment.
I had him.
All to myself.
His skin burning for me, as I gave him my cock, bit by bit.
“More,” he whispered, even though I knew he was still in pain.
“You want that, from me?” I asked. “You like the pain?”
“So what if I do?”
“Maybe I like that you’re a little fucked up, Gray. Have you ever considered that?”
I punctuated the sentence by driving a little deeper inside him, shoving my whole cock head past his rim.
He moaned deeply, sinking further onto my desk.
One of his hands moved to one side, knocking an empty red cup onto the ground.
“Andrew,” he whispered.
“Relax around me,” I told him. “I’m taking good care of you tonight.”
I knew those words would drive in deep for him. Hurt him in the same raw, painful way that my cock hurt to take at first.
Gray wasn’t used to being cared for.
Initially, he hadn’t even enjoyed it.
I had to give him love like I gave him my dick. Force it in, bit by bit, until he realized that he was made to take it.
He deserved love more than any other person I’d ever known, but in the darkest corners of his mind, he put walls up, unable to receive it unless he was shown how.
I would do that for him.
I was meant to.
“It feels good,” he finally uttered a minute later, relaxing his ass, his body, his mind.
“I know.”
My heart pounded as I slowly began to slide further into him. Once it got past the cock head, it was easier, and it seemed like Gray had relaxed enough to take me. His grip was still tight as fuck and I swore if I shoved in deep, I could come in an instant.
But it was too good to watch him squirm underneath me.
The way the muscles in his back twitched and moved every time I gave him another inch.
The way he cursed under his breath, then said my name.
“Should have fucking known you’d be mine like this,” I uttered, “since the night we met.”
“You couldn’t handle me on that night,” he murmured close to the desk.
“Excuse me?”
“Tell me I’m wrong. You were so intimidated, Peach.”
I paused for a moment.
Then I jammed the remaining inch of my cock deep inside him, giving him all of me.
He cried out, his breathing going heavy as my thighs smacked into the back of his ass.
“Do I seem intimidated now?” I growled.
“Fucking hate you,” he gasped. “Fucking love this.”
His ass gripped so tight around me it was physically painful not to start thrusting inside him yet. But I gave him another minute before I started to slowly pull out, then push back in again.
“Hope you like getting fucked. Because I’m going to need this a lot, now that you’re mine.”
“I’m going to need it every fucking day of my life,” he whispered. “How do you feel that good, Andrew?”
“Maybe because I’m made for you? Just a guess.”
I pulled out and slammed back into him, getting another delicious moan out of him.
“Fuck me harder.”
“Going to make you regret saying that,” I murmured.
“No you’re not.”
I caught his bluff and pounded him deep, lowering just a little so that I could get a wicked angle.
“How’s that?”
“I could come from that,” he said, his voice deliciously breathless.
I thrust into him again from that lower angle and the desk rocked underneath us. Another stack of papers fell off from the edge, and I didn’t give a damn about the mess we were making.
“When I touch your cock,” I uttered. “I want you to come. Understand?”
“God, yes.”
It was a reach for me to grip his cock from our angle at the desk, but I wedged my arm between his hips and the lacquered wood, closing my fist around his dick.
I love this.