Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 815(@200wpm)___ 652(@250wpm)___ 544(@300wpm)
I’m scared if I plant my palm fully, he’ll feel just how much I’m trembling.
He stays still with his cock nudging at my entrance, almost slipping inside, the lube messing up his sheets.
Marcus’s muscles are tense, but he doesn’t move. “You want me to stop?”
My lips shake, and I purse them shut.
“Say the words, Preston.” His voice is firm. “Tell me to stop or use your safe word.”
“I just…” I trail off, because no, I don’t want him to stop, but I’m being choked by the words.
A primal feeling is overflowing inside me, and I’m afraid if I keep talking, my voice will betray me.
“What?” He sounds a bit impatient as his dick pulses, the tip stretching my hole. “You’re just what, Preston? Your cock is rock fucking hard for me, and your hole is basically swallowing me, so if you don’t want me to fuck you, say it. No more ‘I don’t care’ or playing hard to get or sending mixed signals. Say you don’t want it.”
“It’s not that. I’ve…never…” I stop talking, because my voice is too choked, and I feel so out of sorts, so not me, I want to murder myself.
But whatever Marcus sees on my face makes him release a breath, even if his shoulders are still a bit tense. “You’ve never done this before? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
I nod once, and he lets out a long puff of air. Not one of impatience, but more as if he’s also wound up. If anything, he has a dark look in his eyes. Almost like…he’s possessed.
“Think of it as just another fuck. You have sex all the time, no?”
“Not with a man. Not…like this. I’m not gay. I can’t be…” I hate how vulnerable I sound, so weak and lost and like a fucking idiot—
“Hey…” He presses a kiss to my cheek, and I realize a tear has slid down and his lips just drank it away.
Someone kill me. Now and fucking thank you.
Where the fuck did that even come from?
“Do you think I’ll hurt you?” he whispers close to my face, the tenderness in his tone shattering me inch by inch.
“No, I like the pain,” I murmur back. “Can you f-fuck me from behind?”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“But I do.” He nudges his hips, and my hole clenches instinctively.
“Why would you?”
“Because it’s you, baby.” He kisses my eyes, my nose, my mouth as the tip of his cock slips fully inside.
The pressure is one thing, but the way I just relaxed and let him in nearly undoes me.
Fucking hell, he’s casting a spell on me.
Is he a witch?
“That’s a gooood boy,” he grunts deep, the slow words caressing my skin. “Relax for me.”
He gives a shove of his hips, burying himself a few inches deeper, then stops.
A droplet of sweat falls on my cheek like a tear as he forces himself still on top of me, both of his arms framing my face as he keeps hovering.
So as not to crush me?
I think I come a little against his stomach that’s squashing my aching dick.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He feeds me another inch, his voice breathy. “So warm and fucking tight.”
It burns. It burns like hell with each of his moves. Marcus is seriously huge, inhuman almost, and his three fingers feel like child’s play compared to his actual thick cock.
But I like it. The sparks of pain, the burn, the way he also seems to be fighting for his life.
“Relax a bit.” He pulls on my bottom lip with his teeth. “You’re going to cut my dick off.”
“How…” I swallow. “How do I do that?”
“Oh, fuck, baby. Just…fall into it and let me in, yeah?” He thrusts in again, feeding me a few more inches. “Like that, mmm, gooood boy.”
The praise makes my skin prickle and my cock throb. “Why… why do you always call me that?”
“Call you what?”
“Good boy. I’m a few months older than you.”
“You hate it?”
“No, I l-like it.”
“Yeah?”
“Um…I love the praise.” I swallow thickly. “Go all in.”
“No. It’ll hurt.”
“But I want it.” It’s my turn to bite his lip as I fist his hair. “Do as you’re told. Make it hurt.”
“Jesus Christ.” He gives a harsh shove of his hips and buries himself so deep, I let out a harsh groan.
Holy fucking shit.
As pain sparks throughout my ass and lower back, a rush of unfamiliar pleasure grabs hold of me.
I think I come a little.
“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping all over my stomach. Mmm.” He pulls on my hair. “You like my cock inside you?”
“Yeah…”
“Yeah?”
“It…” I palm his cheek, not giving a fuck that my hand is shaking. “It feels good.”
“Fuck,” he whispers low in his throat. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby. I can’t hold back.”
“O-okay.”
“Goddammit.” He moans as he starts moving, his gaze on me at all times as if he needs to read me.