Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Our fingers thread together, and I pull our clasped hands to my chest.
I fall asleep, drunk on bliss and love and Canyon Voss.
I wake to soft breathing across my chest. We always start out with Canyon spooning me from behind but wake up with him draped across my chest. I secretly love it because I can play with his hair and enjoy the weight of him before we have to pretend we aren’t completely obsessed with one another.
“Why do you like it there?” I ask once he stirs and skims his fingers over my lower stomach, the telltale sign he’s awake.
“Here?” He pats my chest. “Because I can hear your heartbeat.”
It must speed up at his words because I can feel his grin against my skin. I’m aching to have him inside me again, but I’m sore from our all-night sex marathon.
“Greedy.” He chuckles, vibrating the bed, reading my mind. “Is my dick all you can think about?”
I think for a second. “Pretty much.”
He sits up, straddling my thighs, and threads our fingers together. The sun hasn’t risen yet, so there’s a grayish, purple hue filtering in through the window. It gives me just enough light to see him, but only shadowed outlines of his face and body.
“I think about your dick all the time, too,” he murmurs. “Sometimes I think about it inside me.”
My dick jolts at his words. Fantasies of fucking Canyon take root in my mind, growing wild and fast. Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock. I’d been perfectly fine with always being the one on the receiving end, but now that he’s mentioned it, I want it more than my next breath.
“Say something,” he growls. “If you don’t want to—”
“You know I fucking want it. Grab the lube.”
“We’re doing this now?” His voice grows hoarse. “Like right now?”
“You’re ready,” I assure him. “I finger your ass all the time when I blow you.”
“I know, but your dick is…”
“Huge? Massive? Fucking beautiful?”
“I was going to say scary.”
I snort out a laugh, breaking my wrists free from his hold. He allows himself to be manhandled, and I roll us to where he’s now on his back. Grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside table, I make sure to coat my cock generously before teasing my slick fingers down his crack. He curses at the intrusion of my middle finger. The clenching around my finger becomes less intense with each rub over his prostate. By the time I ease a second and then third finger into his body, he’s practically begging for my dick.
“Ready?” I ask, slipping my fingers from inside him. “If it hurts, I’ll stop. Just talk to me.”
He nods. “Okay. I will.”
I position my body over him, pressing against his hole, and listen for any telling signs of discomfort. When he begs for more, I inch into his blissfully tight body. He’s not the only one who needs to go slow. I’m worried if I go too fast, I’ll come before I get completely inside. It feels like torture for the both of us to go at such a snail’s pace, but when I bottom out, the both of us sigh in relief.
“Kiss me,” he pleads.
Dipping down, I crash my lips to his, pouring all of my love into the kiss. I slide out and then slam into him harder. His strong fingers bruise my shoulders, and his body arches toward me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His chanting has me fucking in time with each time he says the word.
Being inside Canyon is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. Based on his squirms and moans, I’d say he loves it just as much.
“Your piercing…” He trails off as heat gushes up between us, coating his abs with his release.
“Let me taste it,” I growl, flexing my hips in less of a rhythm now that I’m getting close to coming too. “Let me taste you.”
He gathers some of his cum from his stomach and then brings it to my mouth. I open up, sucking his salty cum-covered fingers into my mouth. Between the taste of his cum and how his ass clenches my dick, I lose control with a feral snarl. I must bite his fingers in the midst of my coming because he cries out in shock. As my high fades and my thrusting slows, I suck gently on his fingers. His ass is slick, filled with my release. Wet, squelching sounds are the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard.
It’s all too much, yet somehow not enough.
I’ll never get enough of him.
“I should get back to my room,” he grumbles. “Before Carrie wakes up.”
As much as I don’t want to let him go, I pull out of him and roll off. He kisses me deeply and then slides off the bed. Finding a discarded towel from earlier, he wipes off his stomach and dick before blindly hunting for his clothes. I reach over and turn the lamp on so he can see better, taking a moment to admire his nice ass.