Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
He assesses my face, as though he’s trying to decide if I’m hot enough for him to fuck, but I know we wouldn’t be here, like this, if he wasn’t attracted to me. And even if I’m not his type, I know his desire to be the one who fucked the son of Georgia’s first female governor will outweigh whatever apprehension he may have about following through with this.
A nervous sensation fills me. I can’t decide if it’s anxiousness or eager anticipation.
I rub the back of my hand over the crotch of his jeans. He’s hard. Incredibly hard.
Oh, he wants it, all right.
He releases my hair and grabs the hem of my shirt. I raise my hands, and he pulls my polo over my head. I kick my shoes off as he hurriedly unfastens my belt and slides my pants down to my ankles. I figure he’ll give me an opportunity to get out of them, but before I can, he spins me around and pushes me up against the kitchen island.
Fuck.
I check over my shoulder. He retrieves a condom and packet of lube from his back pocket.
Always ready to play, I guess. Doesn’t surprise me considering how he makes his way around the gay guys on campus.
He undoes his pants and pulls them down, revealing that massive dick Keith told me all about.
He tears the edges of the lube packet and condom wrapper with his teeth and spits them out to his side like a fucking pro. Then he suits up and pours the lube onto his hard girth.
I turn back around and lean against the counter the way I did when Tim first entered the basement.
He positions his cock up against my hole.
No foreplay. No fucking around.
Just fucking.
I’m making a mistake. I know that.
But I deserve to make a mistake.
I’ve been a good boy all my life.
Not tonight, though.
Tonight, I can be bad. I can be dangerous. And Tim can help me forget about my cheating asshole ex.
I take a breath in preparation. My ex wasn’t this big, so I’m nervous.
Pressure pushes within me, but his cock hits my nerves just right. The sensation creeps through me, erupts from my pelvis and vibrates through my body. He works his way in carefully…very carefully for someone who seems like the sort who might plow right in to hear me cry out.
He inches his way in, and a rush of delight sweeps through me as he fills my hole with that fat dick.
It feels so good that I can’t help but curse.
I wonder if anyone upstairs heard me, but the thumping of the music assures me it’s unlikely.
He builds up until he’s able to thrust.
I grip the edge of the counter with one hand and reach back and set the other against his hip. As he drives within, it feels incredible. I’ve never had one this big slamming against my prostate, electrifying every nerve within me.
The sensations are so overwhelming I start to scream out my pleasure, but he cups his hand over my mouth, obscuring the sound.
Thank God.
My face fills with heat. His hot breath rushes behind my ear.
My nipples harden as my dick shifts back and forth. Tim grabs my hip with one hand and allows his other hand to move up and down my torso as he caresses his fingers through every curve and dip in my abdomen. Judging by how he’s fondling me, he must like what he feels, but I can’t be sure, considering this is probably what he does to all the other guys he’s fucked. As his movements quicken, both his hands settle on my hips. He holds on as though he needs to keep me from escaping. He pounds into me, and my flesh pricks with tingling sensations, reminding me of how it felt the first time I masturbated. The experience leaves me wondering what I was missing out on during all those wasted nights with Greg.
I can feel the hem of Tim’s shirt on my back and occasionally feel the zipper rub against my side. I like knowing he’s still in his clothes, his pants dropped to his knees while I’m almost completely naked, with my jeans still around my ankles. He’s owning my body, humiliating me. I’m just another notch in his headboard. Another trophy.
He slides out, offering me a moment of relief.
I use the opportunity to kick my shoes and jeans off. He turns me back around to him and kisses me. It’s a passionate kiss, not the sort I expect from him.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” he instructs, and I obey.
He squats, and I follow his lead as he grips his arms around my thighs and hoists me into the air.
He carries me to the refrigerator across from the island and pins me up against it. He maneuvers his dick back inside me, and I curse because the surge of energy it stirs as he hits my prostate again is so delightful I can’t help myself.