Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“Fuck me,” I whisper, needing to focus more on the act of what we’re doing rather than on who I’m doing it with.
He stills then, leaning over and pressing his mouth to mine. This right here, the warmth of his bare skin against mine, his mouth on me, the grip of his hand on my hip as he rolls his own hips is just about enough to make me the happiest man in the world. Correction—it does make me the happiest man in the world. There’s nothing else I’ll ever need.
But then he pulls back, looking down at me with kiss-swollen lips, and makes me realize I’m missing something else.
“It’s going to take four fingers to get you ready. Think you can handle it?”
My cock jerks against his, cum jetting from the tip as my eyes roll back in my head. His hips roll over and over, the action drawing out my orgasm, and I live in the moment for as long as I can before my cheeks burn from embarrassment.
He isn’t laughing when I manage to look back up at him.
“Yeah? Like the idea that much?”
I nod. “Hurry. Please.”
If I was surprised that he wanted to prep me to take him, I’m blown out of the water when his tongue skates through the mess I made on my stomach.
“Fucking love that too,” he says, tasting me.
His face grows serious, his lower lip clamped in his teeth, as he pops the cap on the lube.
He looks from my hole to my face and back again before getting a wicked glint in his eyes.
“What are—”
His mouth is on me, the devilish tongue that swept across my cum-coated stomach just a minute ago, swiping against tender tissue.
My heart is racing, my legs shaking by the time he pulls back. I’m almost to the point of telling him that I’m ready, but then his finger teases that delicate flesh, the tip dipping inside, and I turn into a greedy motherfucker.
He watches my face, searching my eyes as he slips his finger inside. His lips are now parted, his breath a little ragged. One finger becomes two, and then three, and my cock is hard again. By the time the fourth one comes into play, he looks just as delighted as I feel when he wraps his hand around it and starts to stroke.
The second time his fingers brush against that perfect spot inside of me, I have to kick him away.
“Enough,” I gasp.
Coming once before we even had sex was enough. I would never survive the embarrassment of doing it twice.
“On your back, Brooks.”
He looks drunker now than he did when he first came into the room after the bachelor party, and I want to dance around the room, seeing him so fucking turned on from touching me.
“Archer,” he warns when I open the condom and roll it down his length.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
His jaw clenches, his eyes rolling back when I squeeze the head on the upward stroke.
“Get on my dick,” he growls.
“Happily,” I say, straddling his hips and lining up his thick cock.
His hands go to my hips, his eyes locked on where we’re joined as I start to slide down.
I do my best to ignore the burn. It’s been so fucking long, and I know this is going to be different from any time before it.
I hold my nuts up, one hand pressed to his chest, so he can see better, but his eyes dart away.
They close slowly by the time I seat him fully. He groans, a long grumbling sound coming from deep inside of him when I wiggle my hips.
“Holy fuck,” I hiss.
“Definitely a religious experience,” he says, his mouth falling open.
Strong fingers dig into my waist when I start to pull up.
“Wait,” he snaps. “Just… fucking wait.”
“Stroke my cock,” I beg.
And he does, but he doesn’t look at me, just reaches blindly until his hand makes contact with it.
How I can go from flying on such a high to crashing to the lowest low, I have no idea.
“Look at me,” I beg.
“Can’t,” he groans, his hand lazy on my dick.
“Brooks,” I plead, and it’s more than just needing his eyes. I need to know that he’s here with me.
If he’s swimming in regret right now, I don’t know what I’ll do.
“I’ll come,” he complains. “Too fast.”
I nearly sob in relief at his explanation, rotating my hips before pulling up and sliding back down.
“So fucking good,” he praises. “Archer.”
His neck strains, the cords looking bitable.
“Look at me,” I command once again, and it’s enough to pull his eyes to me. “Watch what you do to me.”
I slide down the length of him twice more before my cock kicks in his grip.
Cum spurts, landing on his stomach, chest, and some on his shoulder.
“Jesus, the pulse.”
I know just what he’s talking about because I’ve felt it many times.