Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Then his legs pushed between mine and separated them, driving a moan straight up from my chest. Something had switched in Jonah; an alpha side was beginning to show, and it melted my every thought.
He reached down and pushed his cock down so that it pressed under my balls, against my ass. He pushed forward, pressing himself against me, teasing me, harder and harder. His tongue danced with mine, my hands roaming all over his lithe body, feeling the soft rise of muscles, the curves of his shoulders, the arch of his lower back as he thrust against me.
“Inside,” I groaned into the kiss. “Please.”
Jonah had me begging. I never said please, not once. And here I was, lifting my ass from the bed, begging him inside, my hole twitching, my body crying out in any way it could to have Jonah fuck me.
“You want this, huh?” He reached down and aimed his cock so that the head pushed against my hole. I fisted the sheets, pushing my ass onto him, wishing I could just take him in. “Huh, Fox?”
“Fuck yes, I want it.” I could barely see straight. He continued to rub himself against me, his fire-filled gaze aimed down as he spit. He worked the saliva all up and down his cock before he brought two fingers and pressed them against me.
My eyes opened wide. I dropped my head back as his finger slipped in, wet with his saliva. I gasped as he sunk in deeper. He curved his finger inside me, pressed upward, exploring me, pushing at me from the inside. It felt like ecstasy and lightning mixed together. My toes curled, my tongue locked. I couldn’t speak, only writhe as Jonah worked another finger inside me.
I looked to him, his eyes still turned downward, his face lit up like a fucking spotlight. He had a smoldering smile on his face as he explored me, fingering me for the first time. He was jerking himself off with his free hand, his thick cock dripping, and I had to look away, feeling myself already getting close.
“Jonah, fu—” I couldn’t finish my expletive. Jonah had found my prostate, and he pressed down with enough pressure that had my cock spurt out a mixture of precome and actual come. I was so full and ready to burst, I had to get Jonah between my legs, his cock inside me.
I pulled back, Jonah’s fingers popping out of me. I instantly felt empty but knew exactly what to fill my need with. I rolled over and opened my nightstand. Inside, I grabbed the lube and condom.
Jonah was kneeling on the bed, the light playing off his body, his hands working that delicious cock of his. I couldn’t help but get down and pop it in my mouth, setting the lube and condom aside for a second. I arched my ass up in the air and invited him to play as I tried fitting him down my throat.
He took the invitation, leaning over and rubbing my hole as I blew him. I arched some more, opening myself to him, his finger sliding in and making us both moan loudly. He started to finger fuck my ass while I gagged on his size, loving how he tasted in my mouth while his finger slid in and out of me, his palm slapping against my ass, the sound of us filling the room.
“Come here,” I said, pulling off Jonah’s cock. I sat back up, admiring Jonah and his sexy body before I slid the condom on him and spread the lube. He dropped his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as I gave him a few strokes.
I let him go and moved onto the center of the bed, where I got on my hands and knees. I arched my back again, exposing myself to Jonah, begging for him without saying a word.
The mattress shifted as Jonah moved, positioning himself behind me. Our breaths were ragged and desperate.
My hard dick swung gently in the air. I went to stroke it but stopped myself, knowing I’d blow before Jonah even got a chance to put the tip in.
I felt him rub against me, onto me, and he slapped his cock against my ass. I was seconds from clicking into drill instructor mode and shouting at him to put it in.
I didn’t need to. Jonah must have wanted it as badly as me. He pressed the head of his cock against my hole and thrust his hips forward. It was fast and had me crying out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as my body adjusted to having him inside me.
“Sorry, was that too much?”
“A little slower,” I said, gritting my teeth, knowing he wasn’t even balls deep yet.
He paused, leaving himself halfway inside me, his hands slowly moving up and down my sides, as though he were worshipping me. I let out another moan, my cock throbbing and dropping a rope of precome down onto the white bedsheets, darkening the fabric where it pooled.