Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
He sat up, still deep inside, and kissed me. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered against my face. “You’re gonna make me spew my load if you keep working me like that.”
“That’s kind of the idea.”
He snarled, repositioning on the bed, wrapping an arm around me as he guided me onto my back.
“Own this ass,” I begged as he sped up his thrusts.
I seized my cock and stroked feverishly with a determination and intensity that increased with every movement, with every shift in Dax’s expression that revealed just how close he was.
“Come on,” I said, reaching up and gripping the back of his neck. “Give me that load. Give me all of you.”
“You already have all of me, but I’ll give you my cum too.”
A few powerful thrusts assured me he was doing just that, and it was too much for me too. I shot across my abs, the cum making it up to my chest.
Dax collapsed onto me, catching his breath with me before leaning back and looking down at the mess across me. “Look at that,” he said, panting a bit more. “You made it a little farther.”
“Maybe my cock is learning from yours.”
He snickered, and we kissed again, basking in the afterglow before Dax pulled out and rolled off me, saying, “Well, now that you’ve had the best day ever, I suppose it’s time for me to top it off.”
“Didn’t you already top me off?”
He enjoyed my tease, rolling to the nightstand and retrieving an envelope, which he handed to me.
“What the fuck is this?”
“Guess you’ll have to open it to find out.”
I unfolded the flap and pulled out a picture of… “Machu Picchu?”
“During that trip to London, you mentioned you always wanted to go. That’s the next trip we’re going on. Not business related, like most of them have been. Just the two of us, tearing through your bucket list.”
He leaned back beside me, nude and beautiful, smiling like he knew just how good he was at gift-giving.
I could have fucking cried, I was so happy.
“You like it?” he asked, showing that more vulnerable part of his character, the part that needed the validation.
“I love being anywhere with you, Dax.” I rolled on top of him and reached up, running my thumb through his scruff, appreciating how good it felt on whatever part of my body I was lucky enough to have it rub up against. “Whether that’s curled up in bed for Bridget Jones’s Diary 4 or on a plane to Peru.”
“Wait. There’s a Bridget Jones’s Diary 4?” he asked, questioning my lie.
“I’ll let you know after I get you going again and blow you.”
I played with his sac as he grew hard once again, allowing me to make my way down and get that cock back in my mouth.
I could run into a burning building, I could throw myself into having a cock in my mouth and a man in my ass, and now I could finally throw myself into the very thing I’d been fearing for so long…
Love.
I, Jace Kruse, was in fucking love.
THE END