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)
And then Jonah pushed in a little deeper, sliding in farther, my hole stretching around him, my body filling with a fire that I knew would never be extinguished. Jonah had woken something inside me.
I cried out as he thrust harder, his fingers digging into my hips now. This cry was driven by pleasure, and that was clear. “More, Jonah.” I dropped my head, my balls tight against my body as Jonah began to plunge into me, driving his hips forward.
Soon, my body had accustomed to his size, craved it. The burn was replaced completely and totally by pure pleasure as Jonah started to fuck me like the animal his growls were beginning to resemble.
“Yes, yes!” I shouted, feeling his balls slapping against me, the sharp sound of skin on skin cracking through the air. Sweat beaded on my forehead, across my chest. My cock continued to leak like a broken faucet. I’d never been this wet before.
He was slamming into me now, both of us grunting and growling and shouting like primal animals. Thoughts melded together, emotions were all ravaged. All I could think about was Jonah’s cock filling me up, my ass slamming back onto him, our cries of pleasure turning into one of the best songs I’d ever fucking heard.
This was bliss. Total, absolute, undoubtable bliss.
“I’m… gonna… come,” I said between thrusts, feeling myself reach the point of no return. My vision clouded, my eyes snapping shut. I hadn’t even touched myself once, and my cock was already jerking wildly in the air as I erupted with shot after shot of sticky hot come. My ass twitched and spasmed around Jonah as he continued fucking me, his wild grunts and animal sounds telling me he was reaching his edge, too.
He started to convulse as the orgasm hit him, his hips moving erratically as he unloaded inside of me.
I collapsed on the bed, my legs shaking and giving way, my entire body feeling like I’d run a marathon and was experiencing a runner’s high times a thousand. Jonah collapsed next to me, a soft smile on his red face, his hair sweaty and curled down across his forehead.
He looked like the happiest fucking guy on the planet.
And I felt like the happiest fucking guy on the planet.
***
“This is some great wine, isn’t it?” Jonah asked, swirling his glass. We were sitting out in my backyard. The night air was still warm from the hot summer day but an ocean breeze was keeping us fresh and cool. It was late, but that didn’t matter.
Nothing much mattered as long as Jonah was around.
“Good job choosing it. I normally never get wine from the farmer’s market, but this one’s changing my mind.”
“Cheers,” said Jonah, tilting his glass in my direction. I clinked my glass against his, the two of us grinning as we drank and sat back in our chairs, looking out at the dark backyard.
“You’d probably be able to grow some good fruit trees back here. My parents have a mango tree that’s constantly feeding my addiction. Want me to get you a seed?”
“I’d love to enable more of your mango trouble, but I’m terrible with anything green. That’s why you don’t see any plants around here. I’m surprised the grass is even growing.”
Jonah laughed at that. “All right, well I’ll keep it alive, then. I think it’d be cool. Plus, a tree back here would attract all kinds of birds.”
“You’ve got a point there.” It didn’t escape me that Jonah was talking about keeping a mango tree alive in my backyard, something that wasn’t exactly a temporary thing.
“Think about it.”
I sipped the red wine, tasting the notes of cherry and spice on my tongue, a lazy smile on my lips. Above us, a couple of stars twinkled their way through the city’s light pollution.
“Life’s weird, huh?” Jonah looked to me, smirking, his eyes glittering. “The timing of everything. How people come into your life when you need them the most. It’s so weird when I think about it.”
“It’s very weird.” I chuckled and drank some more wine. “I never believed in things that are ‘meant to be,’ but I don’t know, I’m feeling like that’s changing. I’m starting to think some things really are meant to be. And I think so many tiny little things had to fall in place perfectly to make the thing that’s ‘meant to be’ happen. It’s almost kind of miraculous.”
“It is.” The look in Jonah’s gaze made me wonder what exactly he found miraculous right now.
We lapsed into a comfortable silence, the sound of the night adding enough background noise. I checked my watch.
Twelve thirty. Late nights had turned into a common occurrence with Jonah, and that would normally make me a grumpy guy, but not in this case. It only meant that there wasn’t enough time in the day for us two when we were together.