Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 117992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Hold yourself open,” I ordered. Lucky quickly removed his hands from the door and did as I said. I stroked my cock a few times as I used my left hand to rub his entrance. I toyed with Lucky’s opening long enough to get him squirming and whimpering, then I guided my crown to his hole and began pushing inside of him.
I didn’t go slow or easy but I didn’t just ram into him either. Once the tip of my dick was inside of Lucky, I moved his hands back to the door and then settled my hands on his hips as I pressed forward. When my balls brushed up against his ass, I held there for a moment. I wasn’t sure what possessed me to do it, but I found myself leaning over Lucky’s back and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
Only then did I give myself permission to move.
I tried to remind myself that it was only Lucky’s second time but with his body fisting my dick like a second skin, all rational thought flew out the window. My smooth, heavy thrusts quickly became more frantic as Lucky’s inner muscles caressed my cock. Lucky grunted every time I shoved into him and he clamped down on me every time I began to pull out. Between his body’s responses and the sounds he was making, it didn’t take much for me to begin ramming into him. My fingers bit into his hips hard enough that I knew there would be bruises the following day.
Sweat slid down my forehead as I fucked Lucky hard enough to make him lock his arms so he wouldn’t be slammed into the door.
“Harder, Zach,” Lucky bit out. His skin was hot and damp and the air around us was filled with the smells of sweat and sex. I did as Lucky asked and pounded into him without mercy. The sounds Lucky made after that had to have been illegal. The pressure in my balls grew with every thrust into Lucky’s willing body. I reached one hand around my young lover and found what I’d already suspected.
He was hard again.
“Stroke yourself,” I barked as I transferred both my hands to Lucky’s shoulders. Lucky’s hand flew to his dick and he frantically began to fuck his own hand. The control I’d spent so many years mastering chose that moment to fail me, but I didn’t care. The only things I cared about were coming and getting the young man beneath me off again.
“Zach?!” Lucky called. I could hear the fear in his voice and I knew what it meant. The orgasm that was building inside of him was greater than the one he’d already experienced and he was afraid of it.
I dropped my weight to Lucky’s back and wrapped my arms around his waist. I moved one hand to his cock and took over stroking him. “Let go, baby,” I said softly even as I ruthlessly fucked into him. I nipped the shell of his ear. I felt one of Lucky’s hands reach behind us so he could grab my hip. I imagined the picture we made, wrapped around each other like we were.
It took only a few more thrusts and a repeated command to let go to send Lucky over. He screamed as his body locked up. His inner muscles clamped down on me, triggering my own release. I wrapped my free hand around Lucky’s throat as I shoved into him over and over. Lucky tilted his head back and arched as he shot his load all over the door as well as my hand. I growled in his ear when my hot cum began filling the condom. I was sure I heard Lucky call my name more than once as the orgasm held him in its merciless grip.
It could have been minutes or hours before my body started to come down from the high. I sagged against Lucky, pushing his body against the door. He was shaking hard and, like me, was struggling to catch his breath. It wasn’t until my skin began to feel chilled that I realized I needed to pull out of Lucky so I could remove the condom. But when I made a move to step back, Lucky cried out, “No, Zach, please don’t leave me again! Please!”
I froze in place as Lucky pressed his forehead against the door. He kept repeating the same phrase over and over in the softest of whimpers.
Don’t go.
I thought back to the first time we’d fucked and how I’d callously walked out on him. I’d explained my reasons to him later, but clearly my explanation had done nothing to heal the wounds I’d inflicted with my cruelty.
“Lucky—” I began, but he shook his head violently.
“No, Zach, please. I… I can follow all the other rules but I need to—to make one too.”