Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
But it looked like he had other plans in mind. I lifted my head and watched my sexy-as-fuck man walk to the small case, his thick dick swinging between his legs. A flag I wanted planted inside me. It was a sudden hunger that consumed me, made me leak onto the massage table.
Tristan gave himself a slow stroke, smiling as he opened the case. He took out a small purple toy, round with two ends, one noticeably bigger than the other. He pressed a button, and the sound of vibrations filled the room, mixing with the peaceful sounds of a running river.
“Relax,” he said, coming back to the table, a gentle hand falling between my shoulders. I laid my head back down, taking a deep breath, my nose filling with the flowery scent of the burning incense. His hand came back down to my ass, spreading me open.
I moaned. Couldn’t hold it back. Didn’t want to, either. I wanted Tristan to know just how fucking bad I wanted this. I thought back to being in his living room, back in those early stages, when all I wanted was to see him smile.
Now? Well, now I wanted so much more.
His finger brushed against my hole, making me squirm, his hand moving down, rubbing gently over my balls and grabbing my big dick, milking me as he pressed the toy against my ass. I lifted up, giving my cock some space. He put one hand on my hip and put me on my fours.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy, Gabe. Fuck.” He kissed the small of my back, his grip still tight around my leaking dick. Another moan, another wave of ecstasy. I wasn’t used to this, being so exposed. But for Tristan, I’d do anything. Trust was an infinity pool overlooking the Mediterranean between us, reaching out toward the edge of the world. I relaxed as the vibrator pushed past the tight ring of muscle, stretching me open in a way Tristan’s finger hadn’t done.
“Fuckin’ hell, wow,” I said, looking back at a practically drooling Tristan, his entire focus on my ass.
“That okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, is it all the way in yet?”
“Not even halfway.”
“Fuuuck,” I said, arching, giving him even more access. There was a subtle burn that quickly dissipated when another wave of pleasure crashed over me. He pushed it in deeper. I twitched forward, Tristan’s free hand on my hip pulling me back. I relaxed around the toy. It filled me in a way I’d never felt before, pushing against my prostate, my balls tightening against me.
“There, it’s in,” Tristan said, kissing my back, his cock rubbing against my leg.
Fuuuuck. A thought crashed into me in that moment with the force of a runaway freight train.
I’m falling in love with this man. Holy shit.
Maybe it wasn’t the right time to think this, or maybe it was the exact right time. A mix of endorphins, adrenaline, oxytocin, serotonin, and all the other happy-as-all-hell chemicals brewing in my veins cemented the thought like a brand against my skin, marked wherever his lips touched, his fingers grazed, his cock dripped.
He turned the vibrator on, and my world unraveled. I collapsed onto the table, the vibrations shaking my very core, the smooth round knob pushing down against my swollen prostate. I gasped, my eyes rolling back. I gripped either side of the table as if I were seconds from floating off into space if I let go.
“Hollllly fuck,” I said, even my words coming out with a vibration to them.
“How good does that feel?” Tristan asked, walking around the table and coming to my head, his fingers slowly threading through my hair.
“Incredible. Fuck.”
“Good,” Tristan said, massaging my shoulders as my guts were being slowly rearranged. I couldn’t help but laugh. It was a good one, a disbelieving one.
“Why’d I wait so long to play with my ass like this?”
“Because you waited too long to meet me,” he said. I lifted my head, his cock directly in front of my face. I reached for his thighs and tugged him toward me, rubbing him all over my lips. I looked up, smiled, opened my mouth, and let him in. His salty-sweet taste consumed me, my ass still clenching around the vibrator.
Heaven. This was fucking heaven.
I sucked him into my mouth, swirling my tongue and tasting him as if he were the last drink of water in the middle of the desert. Savoring him.
He started to thrust, sinking deeper down my throat. I stretched open my jaw, wrapping my lips around his warm shaft. His fingers threaded through my hair. The sensation of him filling my mouth and the vibrator filling my ass was almost too much. I looked up at him, this sexy, handsome man I called mine, and I felt myself leak onto the table. I’d never been this turned on, this raw, primal. I wanted all of him. I stuffed him down my throat until my nose buried into the soft bush of tight dark curls crowning his cock. I gagged but kept him inside, my fingers digging into his ass. He shut his eyes and held my face down against him until I had to pull back for a gasp of air, saliva connecting my lips to his slick and wet cock.