Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I take in a whiff of his pubes before I surrender my work here and crawl onto the bed over him, my knees on either side of Travis’s hips as I settle onto his waist.
“I need this, Travis,” I say. “I need you to shove this fat cock inside me and make me come.”
What is possessing me? I guess just because I know this is what he does with guys. And if I’m going to pretend to move on from Peter, why not actually do it? And if we’re going to do this, I want it all. I deserve it after all the mediocre sex I had with Peter.
He grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to him, kissing me hard. I break it for a moment, whimpering softly.
He grabs my hair, clinging to it, keeping me from leaning back down to kiss him.
“I’ll give you something to whimper about,” he says.
He grips his arms around my thighs and twists his body, rolling so he ends up on top of me.
He licks my neck as he grabs one of the condoms beside him.
He suits up and leans over to the nightstand. He retrieves a bottle of lube from the open drawer and dispenses some before lathering it over his shaft.
I can’t help but smile knowing that in a moment this nagging emptiness within me will be filled.
He’s teased me too much. He’s brought me too far to leave me hanging now.
His chest expands and compresses with heavy breaths.
“Jesus, you’re a fucking animal.” He sounds like he’s impressed. And I feel proud, knowing it must take a lot to impress a guy like him.
He pushes my legs back as he walks on his knees to me. He presses the head of his dick against my hole, and I throw my head back, preparing for his entry.
I’m filled with this inexplicable hunger that’s made me this needy bottom for him.
“Get inside me now,” I say.
“You’ve got to be a little patient.”
Fucking logistics. My body’s too greedy for logic right now.
I need him shoving that cock inside me right now. Making me scream out. Bringing to life all those fantasies I’ve been playing out in my mind, ever since he first stirred desire in me when I’d watch him exercise in his living room.
When he pushes in, the pressure is intense. Even more than I was expecting, which makes me relieved that he opted to take his time.
Still, it feels so good. I can’t help but make that sound again, and as I do, I see his eyes fill with eagerness.
I point my toes as I work to relax my body to allow him in me.
He’s slow enough for me to adjust but quick enough that I don’t get impatient.
Soon he’s bringing to life all those nerves that he awakened at the pool party—some inexplicable chemistry between us that sets fire to everything within me.
It’s like I haven’t lived until this moment.
I grab his arms, bulky with muscles, as he pushes inside and works up into a stride.
I’m lost in his touch, in constant motion around my body, feeling his kisses, licks, nips, and bites across my flesh. Nipping back. There’s a playful light in his eyes but also something furious—that same hot desire to reach the end of our destination.
We go until he’s dripping with sweat and panting like he’s run a marathon.
Every thrust hits my prostate, and a puddle of pre-come has collected on my abdomen.
His fingers make another sweep over my body. It’s like he’s grabbing at something that isn’t there. “I can’t fucking touch you enough,” he says.
As much as I’ve tried to relax my muscles, I’m still tensed up because I’ve never had one this big inside me before.
But that sweet spot he hits makes it all worth it, sends the rushes of energy surging throughout my body.
I cry out.
“Fuck, Travis!”
He leans back, and like a champion…like the fucking sex god he is…he rams into me.
“Give me that cry. I want to hear you scream,” he demands.
And I do. I unleash all the passion I’ve bottled up all these years.
Letting him know how much I love the feeling of having him inside me. I’ve never made these sounds before. No. These are from whatever this is that Travis has awakened within me. Whatever this thing is he’s bringing out of me.
His movements are powerful and leave me trembling beneath him as my body works to keep up with all that he’s giving me.
He leans down and kisses me.
“I want you to come,” I tell him. “I want you to fill that condom while you’re inside me.”
But as soon as the words escape my lips, he pulls out.
“Get on your knees,” he instructs.
I obey. I face the wooden headboard, on my knees, my palms before me, ready for him to take me.