Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
"I am," he assures me.
"My cock is a lot bigger than two fucking fingers, Zayne."
His eyes soften when he looks at me, tongue licking his lower lip.
"And the burn is one of my favorite things."
I stop fighting him, but it's not at the realization that this is about to happen, that I'm about to put my cock inside of another man in a way I never have before.
Jealousy rages inside of me, knowing that he's experienced this with others before. I'm not exactly mad. I know he had a life while we were apart, but the regret is still very real for me. If I hadn't been such a coward back then, each other would've been all we ever experienced.
"Don't get lost in memories," he tells me, a gentle hand on my cheek.
It's all the redirection I need.
"How?" I ask. "I mean, what position is best?"
"I prefer being on top, hands on your chest, controlling your cock. I want to see the euphoria in your eyes when I sink down on you and take you all the way inside," he says, but the last couple of words are released on a sad sigh. "I don't think that's something I can manage."
"So, we wait," I say.
He shakes his head.
"Nope, not a fucking chance. We'll get to that. What's probably best right now is this."
He turns over, pressing his muscular ass to my cock.
This isn't what I had in mind.
"We can wait," I repeat.
He looks over his shoulder at me, a frown on his handsome face.
"Do you love me?"
He's asked this question more than once today, and I answer him with just as much assurance as I did before.
"With everything that I am."
"Then this isn't impersonal. This isn’t a way to avoid each other. We'll snuggle and say all the lovey-dovey stuff after we come."
I open my mouth to argue once again. Our first time should be magical.
"It will be magical," he says, making me realize I said it out loud.
When his hand reaches back and wraps around my cock, I know the argument is over.
I have to trust that his words are his truth, and he's okay with it going this way right now.
"That's fucking cold," I hiss, but my body lurches forward, sinking my cock further in his hand despite the cold lube coating it.
"Warm it up then," he says, the words sultry and full of his own need as he shifts his ass back even further, leg bending forward.
I attempt to get the head of my cock where it belongs, but find it difficult. Zayne doesn't hesitate to reach back, angling it perfectly before rolling his hips.
The head of my cock presses against him, my balls already tight.
"Jesus," I groan, my hips stalling.
"Further," he pants.
I give him what he demands, pressing my forehead to the back of his neck as I sink inside of him.
"This," I groan. "Is fucking life-changing."
"Jesus, you're big," he moans. "Fucking perfect."
I can't count the number of times I pictured this. How many times have I tried to shove it out of my head and lost the battle? I'm sure I've come a million times, stroking my own cock to the idea of what this would feel like to him, but it has nothing on the real fucking thing. It's indescribable, the way it feels to have him wrapped around me this way.
"My cock," he whines with need.
I reach around his hip, hand clamping around his cock, and stroke him. The clench of his ass increases, the pleasure of it making my vision go a little blurry.
The man is fucking deadly, and if I have a choice when it's my time to leave this earth, this is exactly how I want to go.
"I can't," he mutters, and for a second I think he wants me to stop, but then his hand wraps around mine, urging me to grip him tighter.
I stroke the length of him, pressing in deeper with the up stroke and pulling back when I work my hand down the length of his cock.
"I'm sorry," he manages just as the first kick of his orgasm pulses in his cock.
"Fuck," I grunt, the pulsing clench of his orgasm taking my cock hostage. "Don't be. Jesus. Never in my fucking life."
My mouth hangs open, breaths uneven and erratic as he comes. It triggers my own orgasm, and it's the best thing that has ever happened to me. The regret with my inability to last longer is just a hint of my emotions right now.
I throb inside of him, years of unspent need satisfied with a handful of pulses inside of him.
Weakness works its way into my bones as if one orgasm can drain the life right out of me.
I press my lips to the base of his neck, my words a whisper against sweat-dampened skin.
"I'll get better."