Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88669 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“Are you okay with me having my way?”
Robby chewed his lower lip, eyebrows moving up on his face. “Yes, Damien, I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me.”
“That’s a good boy,” I growled as I buried my nose in his pubes, taking in his intoxicating scent. “Then lay back and relax. I want to make you come undone.”
Robby trembled as he listened to me. I slowly massaged his legs, watching his needy length twitch, as if begging for the same touch that squeezed and kneaded on his thighs. I grabbed his balls and gently tugged, gently rolled. I bent down and kissed them, licking up his shaft. His groan of pure pleasure had the same effect as dumping a gallon of gasoline onto a bonfire.
I leaned back and spit on my fingers, sliding them between his cheeks. This time, the moan Robby gave me almost pushed me over the edge. I looked down to see a string of precum leak from my tip. I added that to the slick mix on my fingers before pressing them back onto his tight hole.
“Oh, fuck, Damien, that feels sooo good.”
“Want it to feel even better?” I said as I nipped the inside of his thigh, leaving a shining ring of saliva against his light tan skin.
He gave me those puppy dog eyes of his and nodded while he bit his lower lip. A loose curl of light brown hair fell against his forehead.
Fuck. Me. How could this man be so fucking beautiful?
I pushed my finger inside of him, his eyes flaring wide as I entered him for the first time. He instantly tightened around me, which drove me wild. It was as if his body pleaded with mine for more, no words exchanged.
I abided, pushing my finger in deeper. His cheeks flushed strawberry pink as I massaged his inner walls. I watched his balls tighten against him. So perfect, every part of him. I wanted him to know just how perfect he was.
I moved back so that I could lie down, my finger still inside of him, his balls now resting against my nose. I took in a deep breath, intoxicated by his scent. Cedar and ocean and man and sex. Then I kissed him, his thigh first, the crook of space that met with his groin. I kissed him softly while I continued to finger him. I kissed his pubes, the soft light-brown hair tickling my nose. I kissed his belly, kissed his girthy cock, kissed the full sac that clearly needed to be emptied.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I said, stroking him as he leaked some more. All he could do was moan, head dropping back onto the blanket, and all I could do was keep kissing him.
And I realized in that sun-bathed moment that I never wanted to stop kissing him, not until the very, very end. Robby was someone I wanted with me for the long haul, and I quietly vowed in that moment that I’d make sure we’d make it there together. That we’d grow old and look back on it all with a smile and a laugh, sealing it with a kiss.
It’s what was meant to be, and I was determined to make it so.
But first, I was determined to make Robby come and judging by how he writhed on the blanket, I wasn’t far off from completing my goal.
Chapter 16
Ten More Minutes
Robby
I had never experienced this kind of passion before, this kind of raw lust. Sex was always decent fun for me but never primal. Never this fucking hot. I had to break eye contact with Damien as he swallowed me down his throat, those shining half-lidded green eyes of his pulling me closer and closer to the edge, his finger working me from the inside. His tongue swirled around me, drinking up every drop of precum I gave him.
This couldn’t be real. Had to be a dream. Damien’s finger curled inside me, pushing up and sending stars of pleasure shooting across my vision—oooh no, this isn’t a dream. This is real.
And I never want it to end.
“God, Damien, that feels so good.” My toes curled down into the blanket, the hard surface of the towering stone pushing back. He moaned as my cock pushed against his cheek.
Holy shit, I wasn’t sure if I could last much longer.
As if reading my mind (or my body language), Damien pulled off of me. He came up and kissed me, his finger still massaging me.
He tasted like sex. I couldn’t get enough, thrusting up, rubbing myself on him and grinding back down on his hand.
“I’m getting close,” I warn over a particularly loud wave crashing down below.
He smiled down at me, lips glistening. All the worries, all the stress that had been building up inside me over these last few weeks, suddenly disappeared. I knew it was only a momentary escape, but that wouldn’t stop me from enjoying every fucking second of it.