Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Moss’ “Yes.” came out like a sad sob. “Do it, Llewellyn.”
Llew slicked up his hard cock, the ache in his balls had nothing on the ache in his heart. This really was it. He guided himself to Moss’ raised ass and pushed in fast and angry until his balls slammed into flesh. “Ugh. Fuck!” He yelled at the grip on his naked flesh.
“Llew! Hard! Harder!” Moss begged.
Llew knew Moss didn’t like a lot of preparation, he liked it when his body was bombarded with sensation, his mind barely able to handle the sensory overload. So he quickly pulled out and started up a brutal pace. He would usually lean in and bury his nose in the back of Moss’ damp hair, but he didn’t this time. Instead, he reared back and slammed both hands down on those scarlet red ass cheeks and thrust his cock in until he couldn’t get any deeper.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” There were no other words. When they’d fucked in the past, Llew would lay over Moss’ back, and whisper his love for him while he tore his ass apart. He just couldn’t… not now. Not and still be able to walk away.
“Oh my god. Llew, please! Please!” Moss shouted.
Llew growled and hooked his arms under Moss’ armpits and back over his shoulders to gain more leverage. He was about to come. He could feel it building in Moss, too; could feel his body trembling with restraint. “Come with me,” Llew hissed. He had barely enough breath to get out those three words; he was fucking Moss so fast and hard.
Moss’ screams of bliss were louder than ever before. It was like Llew had lost his mind. He hammered away, determined for Moss to feel him for as long as possible. He wanted to see him hardly able to walk on Monday, and know that his ex-boyfriend was still thinking about him… he had no choice. Llew slapped him, and yelled for Moss to shut up and take it.
“Auuugh. Fuck!! Llew, goddamnit!”
He was about to come, he was there. Moss was screaming for his life, screaming for him. Lighting shot down his spine, and his balls drew up almost inside him when a shrill scream pierced his brain, making his hips falter and his heart rate skyrocket.
“What the hell are you doing to my son, Llewellyn?”
Oh god no!
Llew scrambled off the bed, his chest still heaving from exertion as he turned and faced a seething Mayor McGregor and his pale-as-a-ghost wife. They stood, stunned in place, still wearing their formal wear. Llew put his hand out in front of him, while crouching low to cover his deflating cock. He yanked up a couple of pillows that had been tossed to the floor.
“No! No way!” Mayor McGregor yelled.
“I-I can e-explain. We w-were not—”
“Father, help me, please. Help me!”
Llew looked over at Moss, his own heart about to beat out of his chest. He scurried to untie Moss from the bedposts, surely he must be mortified to appear like this in front of his parents. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m gonna—”
Moss’ next words brought Llew’s world crashing down around him.
“Father don’t let him touch me anymore! Help me!”
Mayor McGregor charged into the room, shoving Llew away from the bed; sending him flying across the thick carpet. Mrs. McGregor finally snapped out of her shock just long enough to yell that she was calling the sheriff.
What the fuck? The sheriff. “No, no, no. Wait a minute. Mayor McGregor, it’s not what you think. Moss and I—”
“Dad, help me,” Moss cried out again, drowning out what Llew was trying to say. Large tears were streaming down his face as he lay there, shaking as if he was truly afraid. Mayor McGregor looked back and forth between them and Llew saw the exact moment that he noticed the welts and marks all over his son’s body. His blue eyes widened and his mouth twisted into a snarl more evil than Llew had ever seen on any movie villain. He came and towered over Llew, his entire body shaking uncontrollably.
“You raped my son, goddamn you.” Llew was so stunned, that he didn’t have time to prepare for Mr. McGregor’s stocky frame crashing down onto him. The first punch caught him just under his jaw, but the next one was clean across his cheek. He put his hands up, after the third punch drew blood from over his brow.
“No! No! I swear. Moss! Moss!” Llew yelled for his friend. He needed to stop this craziness right now. Rape wasn’t something you used to cover up being gay, or getting caught having sex. They were talking about a serious crime. Mrs. McGregor was calling Sheriff Bailey. He’d been his dad’s best friend. Moss couldn’t do this to him. He screamed louder, “Moss, tell them the truth!”