Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I do…fuck, I do. Gimme a little more.”
I went slow. It about killed me, but I did. His body was pulling me in, squeezing my cock, which felt like it hardly fit. I pushed the whole head inside, and we both groaned together. My prick was throbbing, little by little working its way into his body, until it was almost down to the base. When Jasper whimpered, worry shot through me. “Too much?”
“No…God no. It’s incredible. This pressure and fullness but like…I don’t even got the words.”
I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t proud, that hearing those things didn’t make me feel like there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do. “I’m gonna go the rest of the way in.”
“Yes. Now. Please.”
My hips snapped forward. A wave of pleasure nearly wiped me out before I got hit by another. His body molded to mine, his tight, hot hole made just for my cock. I was inside him, bare, and there was nothing like that feeling.
“Jesus, yessss,” he hissed, and that was all the motivation I needed. I pulled back, then snapped forward again, fucking him, my head spinning. I was buzzing, each thrust making the intensity increase. His body moved with every pump of my hips, precum pulsing from his tip.
Jasper’s eyes closed, his mouth open, the tendons in his neck tight.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” I ordered, and he did, gray gaze holding mine.
I wrapped a hand around his erection, jerking him and fucking him, and Christ, was there a world where I could live inside him? Where we never had to leave this bed and we could get whatever our bodies needed to survive from each other? From my dick inside him?
“Sutt…I’m gonna come. Shit, I can’t believe I’m already gonna come.”
“Me too,” I replied, thankful I wasn’t going to ruin this before Jasper could orgasm.
I sped up my strokes, matching the thrust of my hips. Jasper’s hole spasmed, squeezed and milked my cock, making my balls tighten and my load shoot from them, my release filling his body. His cum splattered on his stomach, Jasper’s back bowing upward while I continued to fuck him through both our orgasms.
As soon as I pulled out, I dropped down on top of him and pushed two fingers inside him, feeling my sticky release filling him.
“Yes. God yes. I’m tender, but I need you to still be in me,” he said, and there was nowhere else I’d rather be. I craved being inside him in every way I could, always a part of him. I had a place in his chest, and my fingers and cock belonged in his ass.
I rolled off him, keeping my fingers in place and pulling Jasper with me.
“That was…there’s nothin’ like that,” he said. “Stay in me as long as you can.”
“I will,” I promised, and as perfect as that moment was, I couldn’t let it take me away. Our problems were still there waiting for us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Jasper
I woke up before Sutton. The lack of light from the window told me it wasn’t dawn yet, but my internal clock told me it was close. Growing up out here, I’d spent years waking before the sun when I used to work at the Kennedy Ranch with Sutt, or when my dad would get me out of bed early to go fishing, Sutton there with us sometimes. Often the three of us would go camping. We’d watch the sun rise over the lake, poles in the water, Dad telling us stories, talking to us about life and the importance of family. The thought now made my chest fill with sadness, an infection working its way through me.
I sneaked out of bed. My ass was sore from Sutton fucking me and then keeping his fingers inside me for hours afterward. I thought about that as I quietly gathered clothes from the pile on the floor and slipped out of the room.
He’d fucked me, and I loved it. I craved it, like this unquenchable thirst I would never sate. I needed Sutt, I needed him to survive, but having him could make me lose my parents, my home.
I waited to feel some kind of shame about what we’d done. From how I’d been taught, what I’d been raised believing and what I heard all around me, a man was supposed to feel humiliated by that. It was wrong. That wasn’t what men did, right? But it was what some men did. Why was I supposed to feel less than for taking pleasure in a certain way? For needing to feel loved the way Sutton made me feel. For needing that connection to the person I knew would never, ever leave my side.
There was nothing weak about that.
There was nothing wrong with it.
I didn’t know how I’d come to that realization while I slept, but I had.