Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“I’ll keep you safe, but you know nothing’s free, hm?” I rasp, shoving my pants down and plucking a tube of lube out of my pocket, already seeing stars whenever I blink. His ass still bears marks from the last time I fucked him—small bruises where my fingers dug into flesh in a moment of passion. “You’re going to take my cock and moan my name when I come inside you.”
“Yes, make me feel,” he whispers, and arches his back so deliciously I could eat him up. Maybe another time.
I love how eager he is to satisfy me in bed. Or on the floor for that matter. I may dote on him, but between the sheets I want to feel he’s mine to do with as I please, so I rock my cock between his ass cheeks as I slide my hand under his T-shirt, all the way to his stiff nipples.
He’s so responsive, so wanton, even though I’m the first man to ever have him, but maybe this was simply meant to be? I’m not a big believer in anything⸺not in gods, and not in fate⸺but how else could I explain how perfect he is for me?
“Feel what?” I tease and lick up his nape.
“Like you decide if I live or die.”
“What if I do?” I ask, grabbing his nape with my teeth hard enough to make him arch with a little hiss. But if the way he cozies his ass up to me is anything to go by, this taste of danger is making him hotter than a furnace, so I push two lubed fingers down his hole, twisting them to make sure I won’t hurt him as my other hand grows ever tighter around his neck. I can feel him swallowing beneath it, and there’s condensation on the plastic sheet, right next to his mouth.
Rowan answers with a moan, writhing under me as if he wants to fuck himself on my fingers already. He knows what I am yet can’t get enough, which is so naughty, so delightful. Because yes, I do decide if he lives or dies, and we both know it. I could crush his throat if I chose to, but he’s made himself far too precious to me to even entertain such thoughts. If anything, the way he gives me his body and how he anticipates my needs makes him irreplaceable. He makes me feel seen for who I am and accepted, claws, sharp teeth and all.
“What was that?” I whisper into his ear, pushing him down with my hips so that his dick is trapped against plastic. “You need your hole filled with something thicker?”
“Yes. Please,” he moans as I slide my thumb between his plump lips.
His words are like honey, so I lick his skin, from the base of his neck to the hairline and push in as soon as my fingers are out.
Pleasure blinds me for a second, and we both stiffen, not yet locked together, but then his body lets me in, and I moan, resting on top of him so he can feel how easily I could overpower him. But I wouldn’t. I want him pliant, willing, drinking every sweet word from my lips.
“Fuck… Your tight little hole feels so good.” I squeeze his jaw in pleasure, sensing every wiggle of his hips as he adjusts to my presence inside him. “I might just have to be inside you more often, make you sit on my dick and keep it hard as we watch TV. I bet you’d like that.”
He sucks on my thumb when I push it into his mouth. It gives me the idea that maybe he could spend some time on the floor and suck on my cock as I read. My pretty plaything, naked by the fire. Maybe with a plug up his ass so he’s all needy by the time I’m ready to fuck him.
I shove all the way in, covering his body with mine. Our legs are tangled in fabric, but I have just enough freedom of movement to rock back before driving into him again. It’s almost as if he’s restrained, a gift to my innermost needs, and as I paw at him, holding him in place, he doesn’t resist, sweet and pliant.
The plastic sheet rustles as I get into a rhythm, taking him the way I like most. There’s something visceral about rough quickies without much foreplay, and I love that he’s so responsive, so very easy to arouse and get in the mood.
“It’s only been just over a week, and your hole is already so well-trained. Just imagine how good this is going to feel in a year,” I tease him and bite his ear.
“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” Is all he manages between one thrust and another.
His back arches, meeting my chest, and the muscles inside him are so tight around me, so hot. They squeeze and throb, ready to milk my dick. There’s a slight plumpness to his ass that makes slamming against such a pleasure. When I’m inside him, rutting like a madman, my mind blurs, and all I can think of is holding him against me, making sure his legs are spread for me. I live in the moment, focusing only on how his hair feels against my face, how he smells, and on every little moan he makes when I drive into his hole.