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)
“Yes, you do.” His tone is dead, almost as if it’s coming from underground.
“What’s yours, then?” I ask in a low voice.
He shrugs but says nothing, looking to the side to where my trophies are, blatantly hiding from me.
Shutting me out.
I liked it better when he was showing me his vulnerabilities as I pounded him into oblivion. Now, I’m faced with this cold, inflexible persona that only knows how to shove me away.
“Can you get off me?” he murmurs. “I need to clean up.”
“I’ll do it.” I pull out slowly, feeling my cum slipping out of his hole, the sensation erotic as fuck.
But not as much as when his ass clenches around me as he moans softly.
I can’t help the groan that leaves me as I reluctantly straighten and stand up.
The view that greets me when I pause at the foot of the bed is straight-up porn.
No—it’s better than porn, since that’s never evoked these types of feelings. As if I’ll burst out of my skin any second now.
Preston lying in my bed, his damp golden hair spilling on my pillow, that serpent coiling all over him, his legs wide open as my cum trickles out of him.
My eyes must be darkening, because his widen and he starts to close his legs.
No idea what comes over me, but it all happens in a fraction of a second.
I lunge at him, grab him by the waist, and flip him over so fast, he has no clue what the fuck is going on.
Then I straddle his calves, and lie on top of him, my fingers pulling on his ass cheeks.
“What are you doing—mmfuck!” His words end on a choked moan when I dive straight in, lapping at the cum still escaping his hole.
“Jesus Christ…holyfuckingshit…” He writhes beneath me, and I can tell he’s growing hard, because he keeps rutting and thrusting against the mattress.
“Stay still,” I say against his opening, digging my fingers into his flesh. “I need to eat my ass properly.”
“Jesus…” he moans, and it’s muffled because he’s hugging the pillow, burying his face in it.
“Mmm.” I groan, then thrust my tongue inside him, fucking him ruthlessly.
And damn it.
He tastes of my cum and something so heady and Preston, it muddles my brain.
“Marcus…fuck…that f-feels so good…”
My own cock throbs at the stutter. The way he sounds so needy and turned on seems to be what brings me pleasure.
I’m the only person Preston would ever allow to see this side of him—looking so pliant and aroused and at my fucking mercy.
Just me.
“Why…fuck… Why does it feel so good?” He grunts, lifting his hips, feeding my mouth more of his ass. “Your tongue…oh fuck…fuck!”
I release a noise of approval, my fingers holding him in place as he bows his head farther.
“Don’t think.” I pepper kisses on his clenching hole, then slap his ass cheek, making him grunt. “Just feel.”
Then I dive back in, eating his ass roughly, slapping him in the meantime, because he loves the pain, my prince. It’s making him rub against the mattress frantically.
“Unghh. Yes, yes…right there…”
“Mmm.” I groan.
“I’m…I’m gonna come…”
Slap.
Thrust.
I all but fuck him with my tongue as my palm meets his ass, spanking him just like he loves it.
Preston’s glorious body caves beneath my touch. He squirms and moans, probably too sore and sensitive for something this intense, but I don’t stop.
Not until he’s shuddering in my grip.
“I’m coming…holy shit…ungh…” His entire body goes still, red creeping up his neck and ears as he spasms and jerks his hips, his ass clenching around my tongue.
I release a rough grunt, kneading his bruised ass as he collapses on the bed, still hiding his face in the pillow.
When I finally pull away, I groan at the view of his cum on the sheets.
I release a rough rumble. “You’ve made such a mess, baby.”
“You made it,” he says in a murmur, his voice muffled. “Take responsibility for your actions.”
“I plead guilty.” I sit at the edge of the bed and stroke his hair.
A satisfied noise rips out of him, and I keep running my fingers through his hair for a while. “Are you not going to look at me?”
“Go away,” he grumbles like an adorable asshole, still sounding out of breath.
I reach into my drawer and grab a piece of candy. Even though I unwrap it right beside him, he doesn’t look up.
“It’s okay to enjoy having your ass eaten.” I fist his hair. “I certainly loved devouring it.”
“Shut your mouth or I’ll make you.”
“Make me.”
He lifts his head, but before he can say anything, I throw the candy in my mouth, then seal my lips to his.
Preston’s eyes widen as I thrust the candy onto his tongue, then toy with it a bit until the taste of him and my cum mixes with the mango flavor.
The mixture makes my head turn, and it definitely catches him by surprise, because he remains frozen. And I fucking go for it.