Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Mace’s ass gripped my fingers, milking me deeper inside. “Jesus… Feels good. Dammit.”
“Just wait,” I murmured, and grabbed the remaining lube to spread it liberally over my cock and his hole. I caught Mace’s free hand, gripping the edge of the table, white-knuckling the wood. The tip of my cock aligned with Mace’s hole. I dripped the few remaining drops of lube as I slowly entered the man. My eyelids slid closed as Mace’s hot body closed around my cock, heat forming at the base of my spine as my hips locked into place. The world faded, my worries melted away, an exhale blew slowly out of my mouth.
Jesus. Euphoria.
I wanted to take Mace in a careful way, but my mind and my body were no longer connected. With my hands on Mace’s hips, I slid out and pushed in again, watching Mace’s body bow at the intensity, taking all of me again.
I had no idea how much time passed while I thrust freely in and out of Mace’s ass, my pleasure blinding. My hips canted, my cock encased in Mace’s hot channel. It felt so dammed good, I never wanted it to stop.
Finally, my sense of purpose was clear. I was made to make love to this body. I stared down the long line of Mace’s spine splayed out in front of me. Like every second that I made love to Mace, I was mesmerized.
I massaged the heel of my palm up the line of Mace’s spine until I gripped his shoulder and pulled Mace back against my thrusts. That was the move. Mace moaned wantonly, his back arching, his body becoming the brick wall that made every pump that much better.
Yet, I couldn’t hold the racing pace. I wanted to see Mace’s face, to see the stain of desire tensing his strong jaw, tightening his hard chest and taunt nipples. I wanted his full lips on mine when I came.
This mattered more to me than the simple act of release. The haze in my head parted like fog burned off in the morning sun, and I instantly understood what I needed to do next. My movements slowed as my heart connected to this beautiful man. A rusty, haunted heartbeat pumped the emotion that irreversibly controlled our sex.
Something deeply sensual changed the good time I’d been having into something…more. “Turn around,” I said, forcing my steel cock from Mace’s ass. It didn’t like that change.
“What’re you doin’?” Mace asked. He hadn’t liked it either.
Rather than answer, I circled my arms around Mace’s chest, leaving no space between us. The crook of Mace’s neck drew my lips there, where I pressed and licked the skin until wet. I spoke in such a way that my breath tickled the damp skin, goose bumps rising quickly which made me want to grin.
“I want to do this better. Turn around.” My firm hold only provided a marginal amount of space for Mace to turn. When face-to-face, I saw pleasure flushing his cheeks. He was both relaxed and confused. Our stares held. My heart clamped on to his. Mace was no longer hiding himself. He and I were the same, each hiding something from the world, but no longer from each other.
His chin tilted upward, a look that I interpreted to mean he was asking for a kiss.
I brought us together again. His mouth opened for mine. Mace’s tongue slid possessively across my own. The sorcery I had experienced now guided me forward. The tingly feelings of a new beginning raced to the forefront. This time, our kiss was softer, reverent. I wrapped Mace tighter in my arms and lost myself to all the feels. The sweet swirl of our tongues, the way Mace’s hand lifted to my face, angling me as he took everything I had to offer, meant the world to me, bringing Mace there with me too.
The kiss changed again. I was making love to Mace’s mouth like I planned to do with his ass.
My heart thumped loudly like a drumline inside my head. I stayed close, inches away from Mace. Our breaths mingled as I said, “I wanna watch you come… Can the table hold your weight?”
“I…” The confusion on Mace’s handsome face spoke of the same desire and moment I was experiencing.
Instead of any more words, words apparently we didn’t know how to say, I edged Mace against the table, urging him to lay back. Those few seconds of watching him hoist his ass on the hardwood and recline were the treat I’d thought they might be. Mace’s body was beautifully made, masculinity personified. A horseshoe tattoo encased his heart. As I moved in between his parted thighs, Mace wrapped his legs around my hips. I couldn’t resist reaching for the inked design.
“You need to explain this to me.”
Mace’s calloused palm circled my hand. The tough, direct hold was different than any other time before. He held my hand with care. “Finish us off. I can keep goin’ later if you want.”